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You Are What You Is 로: Frank Zappa
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1. _ Goblin Girl

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2. _ The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing

3. _ Mudd Club

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David logeman (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)
Ahmet zappa (vocals)
Moon zappa (vocals)

Hey, they're really dancin'
They're on auto-destruct
On the floor
On the pipe
Bouncin' off-a the wall
Hey, the people here are really
Tearin' it up
On the side
In the back
By the front of the stage

They ain't really crazy
You can take it from me
I should know
'cause i go
Every time i'm in town

If you never tried it
Lemme straighten you out
It's the best kinda place
To unfasten yerself

Mudd club
All the way downtown
Mudd club
They ain't messin' around
Just turn to the left 'n look around
It's there somewhere
If you ain't found it, better
Hurry up
The folks down there's on auto-destruct
And so can you be too
(fact of the matter
It's made for you...)
Try it on a saturday 'bout four o'clock in
The mornin'
Or even on a monday at midnight
When there's just a few of them
Fabulous poodles
Doin' the peppermint twist for real

In black sack dresses with nine inch heels
And then a guy with a blue mohawk comes in

In serious leather...
(and all the rest of whom for which
To whensonever of partially
Indeterminate
Bio-chemical degradation
Seek the path to sudsy yellow nozzle
Of their foaming nocturnal
Parametric digital whole-wheat
Inter-faith
Geothermal terpsichorean ejectamenta
In serious leather...serious chains
Then they work the wall
'n work the floor
'n work the pipe
'n work the wall some more
In serious leather
In serious chains
In serious clothing
From when they come downtown

From the ruins of studio 54
To twist 'n frugg
In an arrogant gesture
To the best of what the 20th century has
To offer, at the
Mudd club

Al malkin's down there now
Looking for a virgin with nice breath...
(why, maybe it's you...
And you don't even know it!)

Hey, they're really dancin'
They're on auto-destruct
On the floor
On the pipe
Bouncin' off-a the wall

Hey, the people here are really
Tearin' it up
On the side
In the back
By the front of the stage

They ain't really crazy
You can take it from me
I should know
'cause i go
Every time i'm in town

If you never tried it
Lemme straighten you out
It's the best kinda place
To unfasten yerself

Work the wall
Work the floor
Work the pipe
In serious pain

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4. _ Doreen

5. _ Theme From The 3rd Mvmt Of "sinister Footwear"

6. _ Heavenly Bank Account

7. _ Any Downers?

8. _ Conehead

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9. _ Society Pages

10. _ If Only She Woulda

11. _ Drafted Again

12. _ I'm A Beautiful Guy

13. _ Jumbo Go Away

14. _ Beauty Knows No Pain

15. _ Suicide Chump

16. _ Harder Than Your Husband

17. _ Charlie's Enormous Mouth

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David logeman (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)
Ahmet zappa (vocals)
Moon zappa (vocals)

Charlie's enormous mouth, well, it's
Awright
The girl got a very large mouth, but it's
Awright
Her teeth look okay
She must be brushin' 'em quite a bit
'course her mouth is extra large
'n we can only assume as to how
She's been usin' it

Charlie's enormous mouth, well, it's
Awright
The girl got a very large mouth, but it's
Awright
She got lips all around the hole
Where she puts her food in
They call it the mouth
They call it the mouth
They call it the mouth

Which is as good a place as any for
A toungue
To include in, that's why
They call it the mouth
They call it the mouth
They call it the mouth

La la la la la la
La la la la la la

(kinda young
Kinda wow...)

Charlie's enormous nose, well, it's all
White
The girl got a very large nose but it's all
White
It once was okay
But she been blowin' it quite a bit
'course her friends are extra large
'n we can only assume as to how
She's been choosin' it

Charlie's enormous nose, well, it's all
White
The girl got a very large nose, but it's all
White
She got stuff all around the hole
Where she puts her spoon in
They call it the nose
They call it the nose
They call it the nose
And when it finally rots away i guess you'd
Prob'ly drive a truck in...they used to
Call it the nose
They called it the nose
They called it the nose

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
(kinda young
Kinda dead...)

Charlie's disgusting brain, well, it's all
Black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won't
Come back
She used to convey
But then she took an extra hit
'course her friends are extra dumb
'n they were terribly excited while they
Watched her doin' it

Charlie's disgusting brain, well it's all
Black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won't
Come back
She got dirt all around the hole
Where they dumped her box in
They call it the grave
They call it the grave
They call it the grave
Which is as good a place as any for a
Chump to repose in...that's why they
Call it the grave
They call it the grave
They call it the grave...

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18. _ You Are What You Is

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David logeman (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)
Ahmet zappa (vocals)
Moon zappa (vocals)

Do you know what you are?
You are what you is
You is what you am
(a cow don't make ham...)
You ain't what you're not
So see what you got
You are what you is
An' that's all it 'tis

A foolish young man
From a middle class fam'ly
Started singin' the blues
'cause he thought it was manly
Now he talks like the kingfish
("saffiiiee!")
From amos 'n andy
("holy mack'l dere...holy mack'l
Dere!")
He tells you that chitlins...
Well, they taste just like candy
He thinks that he's got
De whole thang down
From the nivea lotion
To de royal crown

Do you know what you are?
You are what you is
You is what you am
(a cow don't make ham...)
You ain't what you're not
So see what you got
You are what you is
An' that's all it 'tis

A foolish young man
Of the negro persuasion
Devoted his life
To become a caucasian
He stopped eating pork
He stopped eating greens
He traded his dashiki
("uhuru!")
For some jordache jeans
He learned to play golf
An' he got a good score
Now he says to himself
("i ain't no nigger no more...hey! hey! hey!")

"i don't understand you..."
Bwana ma-coo-bah
"would you please speak more clearly..."
Mercedes bainnnnnnnz

Who is who
(i don't know)
'n what is what
(somethin' i just don't know...)
'n why is this
(tell me now...)
Appropriot
(that's a funny pronunciation if'n ever
I heard one...)
If you don't like
(where'd you get that word?)
What you has got
(appropriot? the word is not...)
Drop it in the dirt
(drop it yeah...)
'n let it rot
(i can smell it now...)
Someone else
(here de come, here de come...)
Will surely come
(i told you they was comin')
'n pick it up
(that's right!)
'cause he wants some
(an' he wants it for free...)
And when one day
(there will come a day...)
You wonder who
(i wonder too...)
You used to was
(who i was anyway...)
'n what you do
(i used to work at the post office...)
You'll scratch your head
(but i don't wanna un-do my doo...)
'n look around
(just to see what's goin' on)
But what you lost
(can't seem to find it...)
Will not be found
(a mercedes benz...)
Do you what you are?
(i know...)
You are what you is
(i'm the kinda guy...)
You is what you am
(that ought to be drivin' a mercedes benz...)
A cow don't make a ham
(a four-fifty slc...)
You ain't what you're not
(a big ol' red one...)
So see what you got
(with some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk...)
You are what you is
(i'm gwine down to de links on saturday mornin'...)
An' that's all it is
(gimme a five dollar bill...)
You are what you is
(and an overcoat too...)
And that's all it is
(robbie, take me to greek town...)
You are what you is
(i'm harder than yer husband; harder than yer husband...)
An that's all it is
(i'm goin' down to white street, y'all...)
You are what you is
(gone down to the mudd club, 'n work
The wall...)
An that's all it is
('n work the floor 'n work the pipe 'n
Work the wall some more...
And here we are at the mudd club,
Y'all...
I hope you enjoy yourself, cause the
Show's about
To begin...)

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19. _ Dumb All Over

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David logeman (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)
Ahmet zappa (vocals)
Moon zappa (vocals)

Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than tryin' to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether

They call it the earth
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
'cause we behave the same...
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near 'n far
Dumb all over,
Black 'n white
People, we is not wrapped tight

Nurds on the left
Nurds on the right
Religous fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin' the bible
Tells the story
Makes the details
Sound real gory
'bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here

You can't run a race
Without no feet
'n pretty soon
There won't be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religous fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(i mean it won't blow up
'n disappear
It'll just look ugly
For a thousand years...)

You can't run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Of ancient date
Designed to make
You all feel great
While you fold, spindle
And mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state

To arms! to arms!
Hooray! that's great
Two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but what the hey?)
The good book says:
("it gotta be that way!")
But their book says:
"revenge the crusades...
With whips 'n chains
'n hand grenades..."
Two arms? two arms?
Have another and another
Our god says:
"there ain't no other!"
Our god says
"it's all okay!"
Our god says
"this is the way!"

It says in the book:
"burn 'n destroy...
'n repent, 'n redeem
'n revenge, 'n deploy
'n rumble thee forth
To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
'cause they don't go for what's in the book
'n that makes 'em bad
So verily we must choppeth them up
And stompeth them down
Or rent a nice french bomb
To poof them out of existance
While leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use again
For temples in which to praise our god
("cause he can really take care of business!")

And when his humble tv servant
With humble white hair
And humble glasses
And a nice brown suit
And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls
Tells us our god says
It's okay to do this stuff
Then we gotta do it,
'cause if we don't do it,
We ain't gwine up to hebbin!
(depending on which book you're using at the
Time...can't use theirs... it don't work
...it's all lies...gotta use mine...)
Ain't that right?
That's what they say
Every night...
Every day...
Hey, we can't really be dumb
If we're just following god's orders
Hey, let's get serious...
God knows what he's doin'
He wrote this book here
An' the book says:
He made us all to be just like him,"
So...
If we're dumb...
Then god is dumb...
(an' maybe even a little ugly on the side)

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20. _ Teenage Wind

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