1. _ Truck Driver Divorce
Frank zappa (vocals, guitar)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar)
Ray white (rhythm guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Bobby martin (keyboards)
Ed mann (percussion)
Truck driver divorce!
It's very sad
(steel guitars
Usually weep all over it)
The bold & intelligent
Masters of the road
With their secret language,
And the giant
Over-sized
Mechanical
Trans-continental
Hobby-horse!
Truck driver divorce!
It's very sad!
Oh the wife!
Oh the kids!
Oh the waitress!
Oh the drive all night!
Sometimes when you get home
Some ugly lookin' son-of-a-bitch
Is trying to pooch yer
Home-town sweetheart!
Oh, go ride the bull!
Oh, go ride the bull!
Make it go up 'n down
'n when you fall off,
You can eat the mattress!
Truck driver divorce!
It's very sad!
Bust yer ass
To deliver some string beans,
Deliver some string beans,
Deliver some string beans,
To
Utah!
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2. _ Stevie's Spanking
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
His name is stevie vai
And he's a crazy guy
Last november, i recall,
He needed a spanking
He decided then
A female specimen
Would be excitin' for a night
To give him a spanking
Laurel was her name
She came to notre dame
He told me just the other day
He oughta be thanking
Her for the spanking
She was large and soft
And she beat him off
Made him drool upon his dork
And gave him a wanking
After the spanking
Hair brush!
Oh! what a hair brush!
(its not that he requires grooming!
Guys with light blue hair never do!)
Then she did explain:
There's another game
That we can play with this device,
And then a banana!
It was slightly green
Vapors in between
Rising up to fill the room
And cook the banana
She said it was dry
Stevie won't you try
To drool a little drool on it
And grease the banana
Later in the dawn
Laurel carried on
She got right up and dressed herself and
Ate the banana
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3. _ Stick Together
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine)
Steve vai (guitar, acoustic guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano)
Ike willis (vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (keyboards, bass, micro bass, rhythm guitar)
Ed mann (percussion)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Dick fegy (mandolin)
Marty krystall (saxophone)
This is a song about the union, friends
How they fucked you over and the way they bends
The rules to suit a special few
And you gets pooched every time the do
You know we gotta stick together
You know we gotta stick together
You know we gotta stick together
You know we gotta stick together
Once upon a time the idea was good
If only they'd a done what they said they would
It ain't no better, they's makin' it worse
The labor movement's got the mafia curse
You know we gotta stick together
You know we gotta stick together
You know we gotta stick together
You know we gotta stick together
Don't be no fool, don't be no dope
Common sense is your only hope
When the union tells you it's time to strike
Tell the motherfucker to take a hike
You know we gotta stick together
You know we gotta stick together
You know we gotta stick together
You know we gotta stick together
(repeats)
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4. _ The Booger Man
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)
George duke (keyboards)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Tom fowler (bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
White juice on his beard
Well the booger man
White juice on his beard
Get down
White juice on his beard
The booger man
White juice on his beard
In my room
White juice on his beard
Look at the booger
White juice on his beard
Then he was gone
White juice on his beard
Wait three hours
White juice on his beard
Didnt sing no song
White juice on his beard
I said: what youre doing
None of your bizz
Said what youre doing
He said: none of your bizz
His pants were sticking through his leg
Talk about the booger man
His pants were sticking through his leg
Right over there
His pants were sticking through his leg
Oh the booger man
His pants were sticking through his leg
Had a bear
His pants were sticking through his leg
The booger man
Wonder why
They ate after six
Wonder why
I said: what youre doing
Wonder why
With you ole tricks
Wonder why
Oh lord the booger man
His pants were sticking through his leg
In my room
His pants were sticking through his leg
Damn little booger
White stuff on his beard
Till my noon
White stuff on his beard
What youre doing
White cream on his beard
In my bed
White cream on his beard
With that booger
His pants were sticking through his leg
Instead
His pants were sticking through his leg
Somebody find
Smell my beard is what he said
Somebody find, find, find
Smell my beard is what he said
Somebody find, find, find
Sho was good
Somebody made me do this
The booger man get on down
The booger man had a crown
On his head now
Cleaned his shoes
In his bed now, playin the blues, oh yeah. ah, lord.
George:
Personally i aint got nothing against no boogers y'know every now and then you know . . .
Fz:
Yes, just listen to george all you boogers in the audience. this is georges plea.
George:
But see, what you have to remember that uh, in the final analysis, a booger to one is not a booger to all, he he . . . aint that right, aint that right?
Fz:
Thats right!
George:
Aint that right
George:
Please, get down ruth . . .
Napoleon: as chester would say:
A booger is in the eye of the beholder
George:
Sure is . . .
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5. _ Let's Move To Cleveland
Frank zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Let's move to cleveland
(...)
Let's move to cleveland
(i've been there)
Let's move to cleveland
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6. _ The Torture Never Stops (in Album You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol 4)
Frank zappa (guitar)
Captain beefheart (harmonica, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Denny walley (slide guitar)
George duke (keyboards)
Tom fowler (bass)
Terry bozzio (drums)
Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumblin
Piss they clothes
Scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window-hole
Hundred yards away
That all they ever get to know
'bout the regular life in the day
'bout the regular life in the day
Slime and rot and rats and snuck
Vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldier men
Holdin' spears by the iron door
Stinks so bad, stones are chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the den where
The giant fire puffer woiks
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops, torture
The torture never stops
The torture never stops
Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig
In a tumbers right near there
In the chambers right near there
He eats de snouts an trotters first!
The loins and the groins are then dispersed
His carvin style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed (4x)
And disagree it, well no one durst
He the best of cause of all the woist
Best of cause of all the woist
He stinks so bad his stones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the room with the iron maiden
And the torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Flies all green and buzzin'
In dungeon of despair
Who are'll those people
That is shut away down there
Are they crazy
Are they sainted
Are they heroes someone painted
Someone painted
Are they -isms
Later ornated
Once they come they have been tainted
Once they come they have been tainted
Never been explained
Since at first it was created
But a dungeon and his kin'
Require naught but lockin' in
Of any anything thats been
Could be a her but its probly a him
Could be a her but its probly a him
Its whats the deal were dealin' in
Its whats the deal were dealin' in
An he stinks so bad its hurt
To the pearl and the piles of blast
Any dungeon have a trailer
Were the torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Torture never stops, talkin' to you
Torture never stops
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7. _ Willie The Pimp (in Album You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol 4)
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Im a little pimp
With my hair gassed back
Pair a khaki pants
With my shoe shined black
I got a little lady . . .
And she walks that street
Tellin' all the boys
That she can't be beat
She can't be beat
She can't be beat
She's so sweet
She knows she can't be beat
She can't be beat
She can't be beat
She's so sweet
She knows she can't be beat
Twenny dollah bill
(i can set you straight)
Meet me on the corner boy an don't be late
Man in a suit
With a bow-tie neck
Tryna buy some pussy
With a third party check
A third party check, a third party check
He's tryna buy some pussy
With a third party check
A third party check, a third party check
He's tryna buy some pussy
With a third party checks
Standin' onna porch of the lido hotel
Floozies in the lobby love the way i sell:
Hot meat . . .
Hot rats . . .
Hot cats . . .
Hot zits
Hot meat . . .
Hot feet . . .
Hot rats . . .
Hot cats
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8. _ Johnny Darling
And she said
Johnny darlin
Ah-ah-ah hoo-oo
Dont ever go-o yea-heah
Ah-ha-ha-haaa
And she said: johnny darlin
Ah-ah-ah hoo-oo
Dont ever go-o yea-heah
Ah-ha-ha-haaa
And she said: johnny darlin
Johnny darling
Don't ever go-o-o-oooo
Oo-oo-oo-ooooooo
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9. _ Church Chat
Frank zappa (vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (guitar, vocals, zucchini)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone)
Ed mann (percussion)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
(somebody in the crowd yells in something in french... what is it?)
You know today the church is in a terrible state. the bucks just arent rollin in like they used to. and when the bucks don't come in, the church comes up with a new gimmick to make you spend to
Heaven.
Now i know you don't know what i'm talking about, but what the fuck. but anyway, listen to this ladies and gentlemen, when the church wants to get your money they remind you about hell. (whoo-ho
-ha-ha)
If you commit a sin you're gonna go to hell. (oui-oui)
Well let me give you an example, this boy over here;
Tell em about it brother zappa.
Sometimes people say: that if you fuck somebody (oh lord) its a sin, (oui-oui) this may or may not be true.
(testify)
This boy not only fucked somebody with his organ, but he also fucked a girl with a guitar, with an umbrella, with a zuchinni, with a shoe, with an enema bag . . .
What else did you do?
A vibrato bar.
A vibrato bar!
Some people would say this is a sin. and if you sin youre gonna go to hell.
Well ladies and gentlemen:
There aint no hell. (oui)
There is no such thing as hell. (oui)
There is no hell, there is only france! (oui-oui)
Oui, oui
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10. _ Mary Lou
Frank zappa (lead vocals)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Im gonna tell you a story about mary lou
I mean the kind of a girl who make a fool of you
Shed make a young man groan and a poor man pain
The way she took my money was a cryin shame
Mary lou - she took my watch and chain
Mary lou - she took my diamond ring
Mary lou - she took my cadillac car
Jumped in my kitty and then drove afar
Well, she picked up from georgia, moved to kalamazoo
Made her a fortune outa fools like you
Met her a rich man who was married and had two kids
She stoked that cat till he flipped his lid
Mary lou - she took my watch and chain
Mary lou - she took my diamond ring
Mary lou - she took my cadillac car
Jumped in my kitty and then drove afar
Well, she came back to town about a week ago
Told me she was sorry she had hurt me so
I had a 55 ford and a two dollar bill
The way she took that man she gave me a chill
Mary lou - she took my watch and chain
Mary lou - she took my diamond ring
Mary lou - she took my cadillac car
Jumped in my kitty and then drove afar
Mary lou (mary lou, mary lou )
And (?) too (big fool, big fool)
Ahh, mary lou (mary lou, mary lou)
Oh child you big fool (big fool, big fool)
You did everything for him that you could do
Mary lou, mary lou (3x)
Awright, thank you for coming to the show, goodnight
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11. _ You Call That Music?
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (clarinet)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Dave samuels (vibes)
(instrumental)
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12. _ Montana
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ralph humphrey (drums)
Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer)
Ruth underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion)
Ian underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone)
Jean-luc ponty (violin, baritone violin)
Kin vassy (vocals)
I might be movin' to montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental floss
Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown
By myself i wouldn't
Have no boss,
But i'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental floss
Well i just might grow me some bees
But i'd leave the sweet stuff
For somebody else...but then, on the other hand i'd
Keep the wax
N' melt it down
Pluck some floss
N' swish it aroun'
I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why i'm movin' to montana)
Movin' to montana soon
Gonna be a dental floss tycoon (yes i am)
Movin' to montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon...
I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(his name is mighty little)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
An' ride him all along the border line
With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
By myself i wouldn't
Have no boss
But i'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental floss
Well i might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
And then i'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
N' give my foot a push...
Just me 'n the pymgy pony
Over the dennil floss bush
N' then i might just
Jumb back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to montana
Movin' to montana soon
(yippy-ty-o-ty-ay)
Movin' to montana soon
(yippy-ty-o-ty-ay)
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13. _ The Black Page
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ike willis (guitar)
Ray white (guitar)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
(instrumental)
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14. _ The Man From Utopia
Well this is the story of a man
That lived in pistoia
This is the story of a man
That lived in pistoia
He was a funny little fellow
With feet just like i showed ya
Well he had a girl
And tony got her for him
Well he had a girl
But sinobbio says he got it
She did everything for him
That she could do
But still (still still)
He locked her in the bathroom
But still (still still)
He locked her in the bathroom
Then he took her to milan
And locked her in the hotel too
Oh mary lou (mary lou, mary lou )
Oh child you big fool (big fool, big fool)
Oh mary lou (mary lou, mary lou )
Oh child you big fool (big fool, big fool)
You did everything for him
That you could do
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15. _ Love Of My Life
Ray collins (lead vocals)
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Roy estrada (bass)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Ian underwood (piano, alto saxophone)
Don preston (piano)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Love of my life, i love you so
Love of my life, don't ever go
I love you only
Love, love of my life
Stars in the sky they never lie
Tell me you need me, don't say goodbye
I love you only
Love, love of my life
Stars in the sky, they never lie
Tell me you need me, don't say goodbye
I love you darling, i love you only
Don't ever leave me
Don't make me, don't make me
Don't make me lonely
Love of my life, i love you so
Love of my life, don't ever go
I love you only
Love, love of my life
(spoken)
Stars in the sky, they never lie
Tell me you need me, don't say goodbye
I love you darling, i love you only
Don't ever leave me
Don't make me, don't make me
Don't make me lonely
Love of my life, i love you so
Love of my life, don't ever go
I love you only
Love, love of my life
Love of my life, love of my life
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16. _ Disco Boy
Terry bozzio (drums, background vocals)
Davey moire (vocals)
Andre lewis (organ, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Dave parlato (bass)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)
Ruth underwood (synthesizer, marimba)
Donnie vliet (harmonica)
Louanne neil (harp)
Ruben ladron de guevara (background vocals)
Sharkie barker (background vocals)
Disco boy! run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! pucker your lip, and check your shoulders,
'cause some dandruff might be hiding there.
Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the
Disco thing made you think someday that you
Just might go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a
Disco boy, to treat you right.
He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight.
Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb.
Disco boy! run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! shake it more than three times and you're
Playing with it while you're standing there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl
Who's really right, gonna fall for your line,
And feed you a box full of chicken delight.
Disco chit-chat so demure,
Pump that booty all across the floor.
A disco drink, a disco wink,
You never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
Duty. go duty!
Duty. go duty!
Duty. you never go duty.
Duty. you never go duty.
Duty. you never go duty.
Duty. you never go duty.
You never duty. go duty.
Duty. you never duty.
Disco boy! you got one more chance, to comb your hair again.
Disco boy! they're closing the bar, and she's
Leaving with your friend.
Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and
Try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow.
Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you
Still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll
Blot out your disco sorrow.
It's disco love tonight. make sure you look alright.
It's disco love tonight. make sure you look alright.
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17. _ No, No Cherry
Frank zappa (vocals)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Well i found out baby
You told me a great big lie
Well i found out baby
You told me a great big lie
Cause when i got inside
You didn't have no cherry pie
Well you had no no cherry
No no cherry (x7)
You had no no cherry
No no cherry pie
Shoob-doo-wa
Shoob shoob doo wah
Well you had me fakin baby
Made me lose my pride
Well you had me fakin baby
Made me lose my pride
Cause i caught you lying bout what you had inside
And you had no no cherry
No no cherry (x7)
You had no no cherry
No no cherry pie
Shoob-doo-wa
Shoob shoob doo wah
No no (5x)
Cherry
Cherry
Pie-ie-ie-ie
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18. _ Filthy Habits
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19. _ Pound For A Brown
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20. _ Little Girl Of Mine
Diddelidid, diddelidid
Diddelidid, diddelidid
Oh little girl of mine
Gee, but you sure look fine
Yes you appeal to me
I'll never set you free
Cause you mine loving baby
You belong to me
Thats the way it was meant to be
Oh little girl stay cool
Thats all i ask of you
Be mine and mine alone
Call me on the telephone
Cause you're mine loving baby
You belong to me
That's the way it was meant to be
Oh baby now i know
I love you so
I never -ill never let you go
I need your love oh so much
I feel to your touch
Oh little girl stay cool
Thats all i ask of you
Call me on the telephone
Be mine lovin baby till the end of time
I can't seem to get you off my mind
Oh baby . . . oh sugar.. oh darling . . .
Oh lover . . . oh baby . . . . oh sugar
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21. _ Tiny Sick Tears
Frank zappa (vocals)
Lowell george (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
You know sometimes in the middle in the night
You get to feeling uptight
And wish you were feelin alright
And you know youre white
And you ain't got no soul
And theres no one with a hole nearby
And therefore in your teen-age madness and delirium
You toss and turn in your sweaty little grey teen-age sheets
In that little room with the psychedelic posters
And the red bulb
And the incense
And your bead collection
And your country song round up books
And you cry your tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
You know you gotto gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta find some relief from the terrible..
From the terrible ache thats clutching right at your heart
Because its hurting you to your heart
And your crying tiny sick tears
And you have to go downstairs
Out of your bedroom
Out into the hall
Down to the living room
To the living room
To the kitchen
To the cookie jar
Where you wanna get your cookies
And you take the top off the cookie jar
And you stick your tiny sick hand in the cookie jar
And you reach around in the cookie jar
To find a raisin cookie
A spongy one with the little plump raisins
A little tactile sensation for your tiny sick fingers
Squeeze the raisin on the cookie
Pull the cookie out of the jar
Stuff the raisin into your eating hole
Push it all the way in your eating hole
Now make your eating hole wrap itself around the tiny sick cookie
Scarve the cookie
Put the lid back on the jar
Go over to the ice box
Open the ice box
Pull out the box of milk
Open the box of milk
Into a triangular beak like that
Pull the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole
Up to your hole
Pour the white fluid from the drinking box into your hole
Close the beak
Reinsert the box into the ice box
Close the box door
Walk out of the kitchen
Through the living room
Back up the stairs
Past your sisters room
Past your brothers room
You take a mask from the ancient hallway
Make it down to your fathers room
And you walk in
And your father, your tiny sick father
Is beating his meat to a playboy magazine
Hes got it rolled into a tube
And hes got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the middle of it
Right flat up against the centerfold
There he is your father with a tiny sick erection
And you walk in and you say:
Father i want to kill you
And he says: not now son, not now
Hands up!
Oooo laaaa
I know that its so hard stop playing this soul music, you know, cause it really . . . for one thing its really easy . . . and for another thing: it wastes a lot of time while were on stage. we l
D in our travels that teenagers are ready to accept these two chords no matter how theyre played. it makes you feel secure, cause you know that after, did de dit de didde the other one is gonna
On. it never fails, simple . . . some people would say its bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?
Meanwhile . . .
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22. _ The Closer You Are
Ray white (vocals)
Ike willis (vocals)
Bobby martin (vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
The closer you are
The brighter the stars in the sky
And darling,
I realize
That you're the one in my life
Oh oh
My heart skips a beat
Every time
You and i meet
My life, my love, my dear
I can't defeat
This yearning deep in my heart
To have only you
When i first saw you,
I did adore you,
And all your loving ways
But then you went away,
But now you're back to stay,
And my love for you grows stronger every
Day-ahhh way-ahhh way
The closer you are,
The brigher the flames in my heart,
And darling,
We'll never part
We'll always be in love
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23. _ Teen-age Wind
Frank zappa (lead vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
I gotta be free
Free as the wind
Free as the way
I gotta be
Maybe i'm lost
Maybe i've sinned
I gotta be totally free
Our parents don't love us
Our teachers they say
Things that are boring
So were running away
And we will be free
And people will see
That when we are free
Thats the way we should be
We must be free
We must be free as the wind
We were free well when we were born
We were born free but now
We are not free anymore
But we wanna be free
And were gonna be free
So we wanna be free
And were gonna be free
Did you know that:
Free is when you don't
Have to pay for nothing
Or do nothing
We want to be free
Free as the wind (4x)
We wanna, yeah-heah, we wanna, yeah-heah,
We wanna, yeah-heah, we wanna be free
We gonna, yeah-heah, we gonna, yeah-heah,
We gonna, yeah-heah, we gonna be free
We gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta, yeah-heah,
We gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta be free
We gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta, yeah-heah,
We gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta be free
We gotta, gotta
Gotta be free
Gotta be free
Gotta be free
Yeah-heah, yeah-heah
(etc., repeat)
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24. _ Outside Now
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
These executives have plooked the fuck out of me
And there's still a long time to go before i've
Paid my debt to society.
And all i ever really wanted to do was
Play the guitar n bend the string
Like: reent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee
I've got it
I'll be sullen and withdrawn -
I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
Of my own secret thoughts!
I'll lay on my back here til dawn
In a semi-catatonic state
And dream of guitar notes
That would irritate
An executive kinda guy . . .
Well, i guess that one did the trick
If they only coulda heard it,
Half-a-dozen of em woulda strangled
While they was suckin on each others dick!
Yeah but that was only a bunch of imaginary
Notes i played -
Just a little extra somethin'
To keep me goin' from day to day,
But thats okay -
I'm gettin' outta here pretty soon -
Then i wont have to live
In this ugly fuckin room
I can't wait to see what its like
On the outside now . . .
And i can't wait to see what its like
On the outside now . . .
Now listen here
I can't wait to see what its like
On the outside now . . .
I mean it
I can't wait to see what its like
On the outside now . . .
Outside now
Outside now, yeah
(etc., etc., etc.)
One-two-three-four!
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25. _ Take Me Out To The Ball Game
Frank zappa (guitar)
Ike willis (vocals)
Mike keneally (guitar, synthesizer)
Bobby martin (keyboards)
Ed mann (percussion)
Walt fowler (trumpet, vocals)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Paul carman (alto saxophone)
Albert wing (tenor saxophone)
Kurt mcgettrick (baritone saxophone)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Awright, welcome, and good evening to the baseball game. im skip carey, and with keith van weiren (?) for another game between the atlanta braves and the chicago cubs. the braves are featuring a
R outstanding cast. (arf!) we got a wonderful cast of characters here. hes a home run interim rba leader for the year, what do you think?
Well uh, i don't know what the problem is with these braves this year theyve really been having trouble with one run games, on sundays for some reason i don't know what it is, what do you think.
Well pete eh . . . the dodgers had that problem last year, lot of one run games specially on sundays, well they suddenly ended up uhhhh.... last in the league. uhhhh.... coming over here, zane s
Is pitchin today and i hear hes got good stuff.
Well actually i think the main problem is eh the rookies, the rookies have just not be coming through. they havent been able to handle that curve ball. seems to me like they really don't go over
.
Oh here he goes, smash foul. he doesnt look to the plate. (that goes for your little dog, too!)
He really gets a hold of that one, its gone.
Yes, elvis has left the building!
(an that goes for your little dog, too! an that goes for your little dog, too!)
Move away for the seventh inning stretch after theeeeee... game
They're singing.
He swung on it and missed
Smash foul
Fans getting out of here in a hurry.
The player steps out to the plate.
(arf!)
Take me out to the game.
Uh, you can buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks.
I don't care if he never gets back.
Swung on it and missed...
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26. _ Florentine Pogen
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (flute, tenor saxophone, lead vocals)
Chester thompson (drums)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion)
Bloodshot rollin' red (harmonica)
She was the daughter of a wealthy
Florentine pogen
Read 'em 'n weep
Was here adjustable slogan
She was a debutante daisy
With a color-note organ
Deep in the street
She drove a '59 morgan
That's the kinda step she takes
When her hot breaks hot breaks
That's the kinda sound she makes
(ooh, let go uh me)
When her crab cakes
(arf arf arf)
She didn't like it when her fan belt
Shrunk & got shorter
(ointment)
Battery leak could nearly cost her a quarter
She didn't want to stay home
An' watch the pestle go mortar
Later she speaks
On how perellis might court her
Na-na-na-noo, etc.
She was the daughter
Ah-ah-ahhh
Of a wealthy
Florentine pogen
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Ga-ya-ee-annnn
Read 'em 'n weep
Read 'em 'n weep
Read 'em 'n weep etc.
Chester's go-rilla
She go quack
Chester's go-rilla
She go oink
Chester's go-rilla
She go moo
Chester's go-rilla
She go
Hratche-plche
Hratche-plche
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27. _ Are You Upset?
Frank zappa (vocals)
Lowell george (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Pooweee
Somebody in the audience:
Stop that. . .
Heavy business, man
Fz:
Are you upset? say it again?
Somebody in the audience:
Fuck you . . .
Fz:
What?
Audience:
Fuck you!
Fz:
I'm fucked? that's the nicest thing anybody's said to me all day . . . .
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28. _ Brown Moses
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Brown moses: (singing)
Oh-oh! wait a minute!
What?
What wickedness id dis?
De way you's carryin' on!
Dis pygmy i be clutchin'
Have been lef' out on de lawn!
De daddy were ne-glij-ible,
De mama were de-flate-able,
De trauma to de imfunt
Be mostly not ne-gate-able
Yo' urgin' to be exitin'
Because of dem fla-min-i-go's
Be thoroughly perplexin' him
Because of where yo' petuh goes
If only you been 'siderate
Erbout dis lil' illiterate
I wouldna been trudgin' cross de san'
Fum way down yonder in e-gyp-lan'
Dey callin' me brown moses,
Fo' dat id sho'ly what i am,
Ancient an' re-lij-er-mus
Solemn an' pres-tig-i-mus
Wisdom reekin' outa me
'long wif summa dis baby pee
'minds me of dem river weeds
'n all dem ignint bible deeds
Growed up in de pharaoh place,
Lef' de sucker in disgrace!
Some dem boys refuse to loin
Somthin' smokin': somthin' boin!
Somethin' borry: somethin' blue!
Best keeps a lil' paper
In yo shoe!
Hear me when i's tellin' you:
Leavin' de midgit were
Wrong t'do!
It's a terr'ble thang, done did to him
Left wit de crab-grass
Over his chin!
Sho'ly one day he will grow,
'n put some shit
In yo' sack o' woe
Ol' brown moses now have spoke!
Could ya lends me 'bout a dollar?
I's a tiny bit broke
I likes my wine
I loves my gin
'n fo a lil' collateral,
I'll gives ya him!
A lil' collateral,
I'll gives ya him!
A lil' collateral,
I'll gives ya him!
I said a lil' collateral,
A lil' collateral,
A lil' collateral,
A lil' collateral,
A lil' collateral,
I'll gives ya him!
I'll gives ya him!
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29. _ Approximate
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Tom fowler (bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
One two, one two three four
Alright, that's the melody
Now, here it is with the mouth,
As performed at eva's wedding
Come on ruth, come on
Ah, come on ruth, sing along
Come on ruth, harmonize with him
A-ren-ne-henna
Okay,
Achtung!
One two, one two three four
...are wondering about
It's a hit!
Chester!
...shoe
Chester
Suzy
Quattro
Funky
Take the towels
We want you to take them to your country
No, don't pay us for the towels
We insist
Towels
Suitcase
Get it through customs
And now, here is way number three:
With the feet!
Hey!
It's so modern
Can't have any of that
Later on we'll have a dance-contest
And some lucky member of the audience
Will win a quart of finnish champagne!
That's a good...
That's a good...
Just wanna see how long...
Right! okay
Alright, now here it is, all the way through
It's so exhilarating
Eric dolphy memorial barbecue!
Hey! that's a good idea, isn't it
Thank you!
Thank you very much
Thank you, and thank you
And thank you some more
And thank you very much
And thank you
And thank you
Giddis, thank you, thank you...
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30. _ Carolina Hard-core Ecstasy (in Album You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol 4)
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a milton bradley crayon
But she was something i could lay on,
Can't remember what became of me
Carolina hardcore ecstasy
She put a doobie brothers tape on
Ooh, ooh, ooh listen to the music
I had a roger daltrey cape on oo-wee-oo
A roger daltrey cape on, ooh ooh
There was a bed i dumped her shape on
Can't remember what became of me . . .
Carolina hardcore ecstasy
Somewhat later on i woke up and she was gone
There was dew out on the lawn in the sunrise
Later she came back with a rumpled paper sack
Which she told me would contain a surprise
She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom
Said she knew id be surprised she got em
Take a charleston . . . pip . . . to spot em
Then she gave a pair of shoes to me . . .
Plastic leather, 14 triple d
I said: i wonder whats the shoes for
She told me: dont you worry no more
And got right down there on the tile floor:
Now darling
Stomp all over me!
Carolina hardcore ecstasy
Is this something new having people stomp on you?
Is it what i need to do for your pleasure?
(and other things)
What is this, a quiz?
Dont you worry what it is
It is merely just a moment
I can treasure
You know
By ten oclock
Her arms and legs were rendered
She couldnt talk cause her
Mouth had been extendered
It looked to me as though she had been blendered
What was this abject misery, no no
Carolina hardcore ecstasy, weh-hell
What was this abject misery, no no
Carolina hardcore ecstasy
It might seem strange to herb and dee
Carolina hardcore ecstasy
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31. _ The Evil Prince
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o stage
T of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now
Somewhere, over there, i can tell,
I guess so
Theres the voice of
A potato-headed whatchamacallit
Whoo, do tell!
Who does not wish me well!
His clothes are quite stupid,
And also his shoes!
Ain't no bussiness like show business
He's got a big ol duck-mouth!
Who knows how he chews!
He thinks he knows something
About the great plan!
How ultimate blandness
Must rule and command
He knows not a drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the reason for doing
This criminal shit
And then, if he did,
Would it matter a bit?
Not at all!
Because it is writ:
Our beige-blandish god
Tends to certify it:
Only the boring and bland shall survive!
Only the lamest of lameness will thrive!
Take it or leave it, you wont be alive,
If you are overtly creative!
Fairies and faggots and queers are
Creative
All the best music on broadway is
Native
Who will step forward
And end all this trouble?
For beige-blandish citizens,
Clutching the rubble
Of vanishing dreams
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of creative confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
Youll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
(along with the remnants of
Everything new)
My holy disease will do
Wonders for you!
Those lovely producers
Who paid for you then
Will do it again, and again, and again!
The spying potato
The spying potato
With horrible diction
And terrible diction
Will rot in the garbage
I can smell it right now
When this shows eviction
Takes place shortly after
My alternate skill
Of theatrical sabotage
Triumphs your will!
I've a special review
Yes i know you really do!
I've been saving for years
Yes i know you really have
For a show just like this,
For a really stupid show
With potatoes and queers
I'll say its disgusting, atrocious, and dull
I'll say it makes boils inside of your skull
I'll say its the worst -of-the-worst of the year,
No wind down the plain, and its hard on your ear
I'll say its the work of an infantile mind
I'll say that its tasteless, and that you will find
A better excuse to spend money or time
At a tupper-ware party, wee-oo
So, do be a smarty!
Oo-oo-wee-oo
Hold on to that dollar
A little while longer
For spending it here,
Why, it couldnt be wronger!
Whats happened to broadway?
Wheres it gone, all the glitter?
The heart and soul
The patter?
The pitter?
And after this deadly review hits the paper,
In will come roper, bender & raper,
To legally execute all that remains
Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains
Drug-addled brains, drug addled brains
(solo)
Hold on to that g-string
A little while longer
For spending it here,
Why, it couldnt be wronger!
Whats happened to broadway?
Wheres it gone, all the glitter?
The heart and soul
The patter?
The pitter?
And after this deadly review hits the paper,
In will come roper, bender & raper,
To legally execute all that remains
Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, brai-hains . . .
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32. _ Smell My Beard
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)
George duke (keyboards)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Tom fowler (bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
Fz:
Now the sound that you hear in the background right now, is the sound caused by george duke, agitating two metal insignias. these are badges that he removed from a coupla boogers that marty trie
Palm off on him in the last town that we was in. actually theyre booger pasties and he's hitting the booger pasty with a little stick to get a very interesting musical effect, you know he does t
Very night. and sometimes he becomes so overwrought, so excited by the fact that he's actually touching a piece of metal that might have at one time come in contact with the actual flesh of a bo
Bear. and so sometimes he misses it.
George:
Oh, lord have mercy . . .
Fz:
And he hits his thumb and he hurts hisself. yes it hurts very much, but he likes pain. we can tell that he likes pain because he's in this group.
George:
But, but, its very close to other things . . .
Fz:
Yes but later that night after george was finished fondling the booger pasty, a thought came to his mind, how, how can i possibly get any nook tonight in (pasege ?) if i don't put this thing dow
Play the piano and get funky for these people. and so george, as you say in your language, took it away . . .
George:
But before we get funky, the continuing stories of . . .
Napoleon:
Moontrick . . .
George:
No, this aint moontrick this time, we go to moontrick next show. this is the continuing stories of the boogers of marty perellis. do you all know who he is? there he is. hes got a white shirt on
. . .
Fz:
Your two-hunderd and fifty closest relatives, the mothers of invention . . .
George:
Yes, anyway, he was in my room. i invited some people over. young ladies. they looked interesting. their names shall go unmentioned.
Fz:
The reason they looked interesting is because they apparently were intelligent enough to dress themselves.
George:
Anyway what was happening was . . . nothing. ha ha, wasnt nothing happening. so i said lets get this party on the road. i said lemme call the roadmanager. i said whats your name. mighty perellis
Down here and meet miss cool, miss dew & miss eh, miss stool. so we, so marty got in there and he was there about five minutes and all of a sudden i began to hear other things. i said what
Oing over there? i said i never heard nobody do that king of thing before. i said come out of that corner, whats wrong with you, so he comissed it. we were all asking: men what youre doing over
?
Fz:
Really whipping it, just whipping it into a frenzy.
George:
All of a sudden he was gone. i look around and marty had took the booger out of his room. i said: where you going? he went down to his room which was room 33. an hour later i went to his room. i
Ked on his door. i said: what you doin? he said . . . i said: say that again. i said: ho ho. it was late. we had an eight o clock wake up. you all know what that is. eight o clock wake up, eight
Ock wake up, eight o clock wake up, eight o clock wake up, eight o clock wake up, eight o clock wake up ahrrrrrr. so marty came out in the hall and looked in the pool and he said, can i say this
Said: smell my beard. i said: you must be crazy.
Napoleon:
I had to smell it . . .
George:
Show, how ywas walking marty. and he said: smell my beard. i said: i aint gonna smell nothing. napoleon said: ill . . .
Napoleon:
Check it out, i told you, check it out, make sure . . .
George:
Anyway if you wanna hear . . .
Napoleon:
You know what it smell like . . .
Fz:
Marty's odor.
George:
Come to the next show for the continuing stories of
Napoleon:
Marty's odor
George:
Marty's trick. but for now we go to . . .
See also comments to track 10 "let's move to cleveland solos".
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33. _ My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama (in Album You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol 4)
You know your mama and your daddy
Sayin i'm no good for you
They call me dirty from the alley
Til i don't know what to do
I get so tired of sneakin around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage
And your mama jumps out screamin'
Dont come back no more!
I cant take it
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
Later i tried to call you
Your mama told me you werent there
(you just weren't there)
She told me don't bother to call again
Unless i cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage
And your mama jumped out screamin'
Dont come back no more!
I cant take it
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
(repeat last three verses)
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34. _ Little Rubber Girl
Frank zappa (vocals)
Denny walley (vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Ed mann (percussion)
Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)
Thank you, okay, sit down.
Some more raw unbridled perfurnery for you
And yours during this festive holiday season.
A year ago today was when you went away
But now you come back knocking on my door
And you say you're back to stay, but i say
I don't need you (i don't need you)
I don't want you (i don't want you)
I don't need you (oh you treat me so bad baby)
I don't love you (oh you treat me like a piece of shit)
I don't need you (oh you know that's not it)
I don't want you
I can't use you (gotta get a little rubber girl)
Need a rubber girl (rubber girl)
Send me up a little rubber girl (y'know i can put it in the back)
I got a rubber girl (got one with a 69 dollar battery pack)
Here comes my rubber girl (my little rubber girl)
A little rubber girl (she loves to do anything i want)
Little rubber girl (my little rubber girl)
My little rubber girl (i pull the string and she can do anything)
I know she loves me (i can put it in the back)
I know she loves me (i can put it in the front crack)
I know she loves me (i can push her tonsils down her throat)
I know she loves me (and make that bitch scream like a goat)
I never have no trouble with my rubber girl (i like to bend her over and ram it all the way in)
I never have no trouble with my rubber girl (and then go back and do it again)
I never have no trouble with my litle rubber girl (y'know you treated me like shit)
I never have no trouble with my little rubber girl (ahh, that's why i never find me a lady)
I love my little rubber girl (little rubber girl)
I never have no trouble with my little rubber girl (she's a lonely girl)
I never have no trouble with my rubber girl (i just pull the string and she pumps up fast)
And she dances great! (she likes to put it in the back, i gotta girl)
Little rubber girl (you know i fuck you every day)
Run-nnn-nn-nnn (and you treat me like shit)
Run-nnn-nn-nnn (fuck you bitch i'm gonna rape)
Run-nnn-nn-nnn (my little rubber girl)
Run-nnn-nn-nnn (little rubber girl)
Little rubber girl (oh my little rubber girl)
Little rubber girl (oh my little rubber girl)
Little rubber girl (hey my little rubber girl)
(is this the right time to put you in heaven baby)
You know, me and my rubber girl
We get along really swell, we never argue.
Three holes, no waiting
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