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1. _ Big Swifty
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2. _ It Just Might Be A One-shot Deal
Frank zappa (acoustic guitar)
Tony duran (slide guitar)
Jeff simmons (hawaiian guitar, vocals)
"sneaky pete" kleinow (pedal steel)
Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals)
Janet ferguson (vocals)
Erroneous (electric bass, vocals)
Aynsley dunbar (drums, tambourine)
If the froggy come up-a with his
Satchel in his hand,
Then he reachs in the front and
Dump a mile of sand
Across the rug, along the hall
Up to the umbrella stand
That you've been watchin' all the time
Watchin' all the time
And if a forest grows up
From the dirt on the floor,
Then the frog with the satchel had just
Dumped beside the door.
You just startin' to get worried,
You ain't going out no more
And it's confusin' to your mind ----
Just consider this:
You can be scared when it gets too real
You can be scared when it gets too real
But you should be diggin' it
While it's happening. (yes!)
But you should be diggin' it
While it's happening
'cause iy just might be
A one-shot deal
You can be lost
And you can wanna be found.
But keep an eye on that frog
Whenever he jump around
Just keep a-watchin' him
You oughta be watchin' him
Just keep a-watchin' him
You wanna be watchin' him
And see if he has brought along
A little bag for you, rant!
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3. _ Your Mouth
Frank zappa (guitar)
Tony duran (slide guitar)
George duke (tack piano)
Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals)
Chris peterson (vocals)
Joel peskin (tenor saxophone)
Mike altschul (baritone saxophone, piccolo)
Erroneous (electric bass)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
Your mouth is your religion.
You put your faith in a hole like that?
You put your trust and your belief
Above your jaw, and no relief
Have i found.
I heard your story when you come home
You said you went to see your sister last night.
Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth
And find a funeral wreath
While you'll be laying in the ground
All alone
So tell me where are you coming from
With all them lines
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day.
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because he just might want to blow you away
'cause he just might want to blow you away
An evil woman, can make ya cry
If you believe her every time she lies
Well you can be a big fool
If she makes you loose your cool, and so
I've got me some advice you should try
Just let her talk a little
Just let her talk a little more
Just... let her talk a little more
And when she runs out of words
Just say the same thing that i told you before...
Tell me where are you coming from
With all them lines
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day.
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because he just might want to blow you away
'cause he just might want to blow you away
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