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)

Hob-noblin
Wit de goblin
De goblin girl
From da mystery world

Hob-noblin
Wit de goblin
She's black 'n green
'cause it's halloween

Raggedy black
Is the way she dress
Little green shoes
'n her hair's a mess
On halloween night
At de costume ball
She's a goblin girl
An' she can gobble it all

She's a goblin
She's a goblin girl
She's a goblin
She's a goblin girl
I been hobblin'
'cause of the goblin
Goblin girl ...goblin girl

Some girls like
To dress like a witch
Some girls like to dress like a queen
Best way a girl
Can dress for me
Is in a goblin suit
(they look so cute...)

When they're a goblin
There ain't a problin
When they're a goblin
I start a-wobblin'
Pink all over
Some is tan

Goblin girls
From every land
They look good
From any which-a-way
Every halloween
You can hear me say:
"goblin girl, take it away..."

Hob-noblin
Wit de goblin
De goblin girl
From da mystery world

(trick or treat now...etc)
Talkin' 'bout the bad girls
All the goblin girls
Talkin' 'bout the bad, bad girls
The little goblin girls
Some are called doreen
Some are dressed in green
They're tricking your treat
But they're bad girls
They're very bad girls
(leprechaun light...etc.)
They make your face look like
You got scales on it
But that's okay...
When the green light shines down
On the black guys in the band
Everybody in the audience
Thinks they're seeing something
That looks like it's made out of
Fish skin
But coy leaves the green gels in the truss
Because he knows the guys in the front
Really enjoy looking like they've got
Scales all over their body...

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

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)

(instrumental)

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)

And all around
At the side of the grave
Stood charlie's friends
Who could not save
This stupid girl
From the way she behaved
But among the mourners
And the frowners
A cry were heard...(aaaargh!)

Any downers?
Any downers?
Any downers?
Any downers?

No i ain't got any more
No i ain't got any more
No i ain't got any more
No i ain't got any more

Your downers are gone
They was all you could get
To ease your mind
And your deep regret
Over charlie's mouth
So enormous 'n wet
Now all you got
Is your tv set

You turn it on
And watch and dream
A dream of love
On the tiny screeen
And what do you see
As you lay in bed?
It's a bald kinda girl
With a pointed head
Oh no...

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)

You took a chance
On jumbo's love
If only she woulda
Gave you the shove
That might have sent you
On your way
But it's too late now
You got a letter today...
Life and love
Has left you shafted
And of on top of that
You just got drafted

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)

Jumbo, go away
Jumbo, go away
Jumbo leave me alone
Get your head off my bone
I wanna go home
("i'm hungry")

Jumbo lighten up
Jumbo lighten up
Jumbo give me a break
Lighten up on my snake
That's all i can take
(robbie take me to greek town!)

It seems i can't explain
The way i feel about you
You just don't understand
You're from kalamazoo...

You got to realize
Our little romance deal
Will not materialize
Into a thing that you'd call real...
(i think i have worms...)

Jumbo gotta go
Jumbo gotta go
Jumbo better get back
Or your eye will get black
When i give you a smack
(boo-hoo-hoo...)

Jumbo don't you cry
Jumbo don't you cry
Jumbo this is good-bye
I ain't gonna lie
So wash up your pie

Wash up your pie
(there are three things that smell like
Fish!)
Wash up your pie
(one of them is fish...)
Wash up your pie
(the other two...)
Wash up your pie
(are growing on you...)

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)

I'm a beautiful guy
And you have just walked by
And i have gave you the eye
But you pretend to be shy
But i'm a beautiful guy
(you know what i mean? you know what i mean?)
So i want you to know why, why, why
You make me cry, cry, cry
'cause you wanna try, try, try
Some stupid game on me
They're drinking lighter
They're full of water
I hear them say:
"let's jog..."
They're playing tennis
They're butts are tighter
What could be whiter?
Hey?
Your athletic approach has a lot of appeal
The girl is responding to your little deal
She's modern 'n empty 'n totally vain
But beauty, of course, can feel no pain

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)

You say there ain't no use in livin'
It's all a waste of time
'n you wanna throw your life away, well
People that's just fine
Go ahead on 'n get it over with then
Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
Just make sure you do it right the first time
'cause nothin's worse than a suicide
Chump

You say there ain't no light a-shinin'
Through the bushes up ahead
'n we're all gonna be so sorry
When we find out you are dead
Go head on and get it over with then
Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
Just make sure you do it right the first
Time
'cause nothin's worse than a suicide
Chump

Now maybe you're scared of jumpin'
'n poison makes you sick
'n you want a little attention
'n you need it pretty quick
Don't wanna mess your face up
Or we won't know if it's you
Aw there's just so much to worry about
Now what you gonna do?

Go head on 'n get it over with then
Go head on 'n get it over with then
Go head on 'n get it over with then
Go head on 'n get it over with then

You're on the bridge;
Scared to leap,
But a girl walks over
To take a peep...
She says: "don't do it!"
But wouldn't you know...
The girl got a head
Like a buffalo
With a little red hair
All over the top
An' her breath would make the
Traffic stop
She says "i love you...
But first, let's eat!"
And all you can say as you run down the
Street
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...)

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)