You Can't

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

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 . . .

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

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

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

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)

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

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.

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

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

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

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!

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

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 . . . .

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

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".

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