1. _ City Of Tiny Lites (in Album You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol 5)
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
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)
City of tiny lites
Don't you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightnin'
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Gonna keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
Talkin' bout the tiny cookies
That the peoples eats
Well city of tiny lites
Maybe you should know
That it's over there
In the tiny dirt somewhere
You can see it any time
When you get the squints
From your downers and your wine
You're so big
It's so tiny
Every cloud is silver liney
The great escape for all of you
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
City of tiny lites
Do-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-nt you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
Whe-e-e-e-e-e-e-n they tiny blow
Tiny, lightnin
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Tiny blankets
Are bound to keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Talkin' bout those tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny sheets
Ooooo!
Talkin' bout them tiny cookies
That the peoples eats
City of tiny lights
May be you should know
Thats its over there
Well that is over there
Say that it's over there
Well it is over there
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2. _ Dancin' Fool
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre lewis (background vocals)
Randy thornton (background vocals)
Davey moire (background vocals)
Don't know much about dancin'
That's why i got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
'n' both my feet's too long
'course now right along with 'em
I got no natural rhythm
But i go dancin' every night
Hopin' one day i might get it right
I'm a dancin' fool, i'm a
Dancin' fool
I hear that beat; i jump outa my seat,
But i can't compete, 'cause i'm a
Dancin' fool, i'm a
Dancin' fool
The disco folks all dressed up
Like they's fit to kill
I walk on in 'n' see 'em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin'
They all steps aside
They has a fit while i commit
My social suicide, i'm a
Dancin' fool, i'm a
Dancin' fool
The beat goes on
And i'm so wrong
The beat goes on
And i'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' i'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' i'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' i'm so wrong
I may be totally wrong, but i'm a
Dancin' fool, i'm a
Dancin' fool
Youwsa, youwsa, youwsa
I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirt's half open, t'show you my chains
'n' the spoon for up my nose
I am really somethin'
That's what you'd prob'ly say
So smoke your little smoke
Drink your little drink
While i dance the night away, i'm a
Dancin' fool, i'm a
Dancin' fool, (etc., etc.)
I may be totally wrong, but i'm a
I may be totally wrong, but i'm a
I may be totally wrong, but i'm a
Fool-uh!
Hey darlin'...can i buy ya a drink?
Lookin' for mister goodbar? here he is...
Wait a minute...i've got it...you're an italian!
Hah?
Yer jewish?
Love your nails...you must be a libra...
Your place or mine?
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3. _ The Downtown Talent Scout
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Elliot ingber (rhythm guitar)
Roy estrada (bass)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Ray collins (tambourine)
The kids are freaking out
Everybody's goin' nuts
The heats out every night
To call up names and kick thier butts
But everytime you turn around
You'll see some joker staring back
He's got a secret tape recorder
And a camera in a sack
Pretending that he's just another
Of the kiddies freaking out
But they pay him off in acid
Cos he's a downtown talent scout
He's got your name
And he's got your face
He's got your ex-old lady's place
He's here to see whats goin down
And they don't believe the things he's found
The badges gleam and the minors scream
When he pulls on the scene
They got no warrants in their pockets
But that badge makes them supreme
You kids are smoking dandelions
You're sniffing paper bags baby
You're dropping good n' plenties
We can tell your posture sags
Now line up here against the wall
Your bodies frail and thin
And open up your pockets
While we dump the evidence in
Well they know that smoking flowers
Won't win a case in court
And they know that good n' plenties
Aren't the psychedelic sort
But they tear your place apart
Because they simply couldn't pass
A chance to drag some freaks downtown
For smoking devil grass
Well you never get your day in court
The food downtown is foul
The day of trial you nearly die
With maggots in your bowel
But modern law and justice
Has advanced to such a point
That a jury trial is useless
They simply take you to the joint
Cause after all you look so freaky
How could anyone believe
That what you think and what you feel
Comes close at all to what is real
Blow your harmonica son
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4. _ German Lunch
Lowell george (dialog)
Jimmy carl black (dialog)
Roy estrada (dialog)
Bunk gardner (dialog)
Don preston (dialog)
Motorhead sherwood (dialog)
Ian underwood (dialog)
Arthur tripp (dialog)
Buzz gardner (dialog)
Frank zappa (dialog)
Uhh, may i see your papers pleez??
Uhhh, lemme see.
Hand me your suitcase, let me . . . open it.
I'm just a bit nervous you understand.
Open the suitcase.
This hasn't happened . . . too often.
Uh-huh, i see, how many . . . sixty-two packages of cigarettes. why are you carrying all zees into germany for? what are you doing this for?
I . . . i . . .
How long have you been livin' in berlin?
I don't live in berlin.
Where do you live?
I live in texas.
Texas?
Texas.
Oh i see, lyndon johnson lives in texas too, does he not?
I know, sure does.
Ooh, hm this is alright.
You mind . . . is it alright if i shut my suitcase off?
Shut it off???
Ha, ha ha ha.
Do you care for one of these cigarettes?
Now, who's this lady you are with?
What lady?
This lady here, standing next to you.
Oh, this is uh, this is...
Has she has papers too?
Papers! lemme see your papers!
How come you have to yell so much, what did we do?
I don't yell.
Were just trying to get into the country.
This is my country, it's not your country, i'm ? here, i've been standing here for years and years doing zis every time. you making me very angry.
Is this ze fazerland.
This is ze fazerland yes.
Listen you ought to check all the mothers through customs. hey line up as soon as you finished . . .
Are you through with me, sir?
You may step over here to the right.
Thank you.
My name is fritz, open the suitcase please?
Just a moment here, just a moment.
What is this there's sixty two copies of horseshit magazine. what are you carrying horseshit magazine around for . . .
It's a hoax, hold it, hold it here.
What is this. right there!
Hold it hold it. i'll never forget you fritz
Alright, next, you may close this now.
Next whos up, uh, here he comes. who are you? hand me your paper.
Here's my papers
Your name is duke? what's this duke, duke dewild. have you seen many german movies, you ever go to ze movies?
I never go to the movies
What is zis, you bring zees into germany. zees are japanese tools. why do you bring japanese tools to germany where we make the finest tools ever, you, what are you doingk? that's 60 marks for y
H my god, what's the matter with you?
(coughing)
Oh my god, please please not here. step . . . . oh my god, what are you doingk. oh, who are you, what is your name, hand me your paper. is your name larry? larry frnoga?
Yes.
Larry frnoga?
Larry frnoga
Oh my god, what are you doing, what are you doing zat for?
I'm beating the horse to make it go faster.
That's not a horse that's a table.
What's the difference?
Ha, ha, ha
Don't go too fast, does it, for a table.
What is this? ohhh, zefrin, cl brand of ah nasal spray. you have a cold? how long have you had a cold?
About a year. (about.)
You had a cold for a year, are you trying to bring a cold into zis country. oh my god don't cough on me. what is this medal say. sais berlin survival award 1968.
That's where i got my cold.
You were here before in berlin.
That's right.
What, what were you doing in berlin?
I gave a concert
You gave a concert in berlin?
That's right.
To whom?
The german people.
The german people
Yes.
Don't take the german people lightly, i say, who is this man here, is it arthur, arthur tripp
Arthur, arthur
It's a german name is it not?
English
Tripp?
Ja.
Tripp?
Ja, ja?!
Ja, ja-ja...
Stop giggling, you're having too much fun, you know we arrest people for having to much fun here.
I beg your pardon.
When you come to someone elses country do you run around on the grass and make it dirty everywhere you go?
No, i stick pretty close to the bars.
You know you people all look... bars?
We have a lot of bars here
Ysure do. heh-heh, scuze me if i laugh.
Don't laugh.
Alright i'll do that.
Who is this man here, the other man?
He's our leader.
He is your leader?
Ja.
Wh-what is his function and how does he lead you?
He directs us by with signals various vocal noises.
Vocal noises? vat are some of the noises?
Eh, peep.
Peep?
Poowah.
Pooowahhhhhh
I see you all are very well organised, we all like order in germany you know. you have such a pleasant smile, may i see your papers?
You see i don't exactly have my papers with me i.
You don't have papers?
I may have left them in my other bag.
He has no papers huh.
He has no papers.
I mean if there was something i could do for you.
Do you have any identification.
Identification, lemme see.
It's a nice watch you have on.
Wa ist los?
It used to have a mickey mouse there, i...
I tell you what i'll do.
If if if you give me zat watch.
Nein.
That's a very strange german accent.
Ja ha ha ha.
Are you sure . . .
Are you from strabourg or was
He's a russian spy, he's a russian i think.
I think so.
Get him.
Hands up!
Oh god.
What's goin on?
You want an enema?
No i'll take a cheeseburger.
Why is the bow-tie goink from your neck.
I'm practicing to fly.
Why is everyone in this group having bow ties going from ze neck?
They're all weird.
Gimme your watch.
I still don't trust this guys accent.
Who is this, who, who? come here, come over here. do you have a suitcase.
We must watch this one.
We must watch this one, right. let's open the suitcase.
Awright. what is this, oh, you too carry many cigarette. what is this lyrics. ah these are lyrics:
My guitar wants to kill you mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when he makes me mad
This is very good, this is very normal, german lyrics. you're all welcome to our country.
Ha ha ha.
Don't laugh.
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5. _ Advance Romance
no more credit
From liquor store
Suit is all dirty, boy
Shoes is all wore
Tired and lonely, my
Heart is all sore
Advance romance
I can't stand it no more
Told me she loved me
I believed what she said
Took me for a sucker, boy
All corn-fed
Next thing i knew
She had a bolt on the door
Advance romance
I can't use it no more
She took george's watch
Like they always do
(it was a timex, too!)
No more money, boy
I shoulda knew
'you know i told ya'
'i know you told me'
'ya didn't listen to me'
'but i couldn't listen to ya!'
'told ya 'bout the anchovies... george duke!'
The way she do me, boy
She might do you, too
Advance romance
People i am through!
Potato-head bobby
Was a friend of mine
Open three of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open four of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open five of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open six of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Said she might be a devil
But she sure was fine
Advance romance
He wanna try it one time
Later that night
He drop on by
Told her all he wanna do
Was step up and say "hi"
Half an hour later
She had frenched his fry
Advance romance
Bobby, say good-bye
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6. _ Meow
Ray collins (tambourine, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Mmmm-meow,
Mmmmmm-meow,
Mmm-meow
Poo-wah
Poo-wah
Poo-wah
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8. _ Moggio
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)
(instrumental)
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9. _ Return Of The Hunch-back Duke
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Lowell george (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass)
Don preston (keyboards)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
(instrumental)
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10. _ No Waiting For The Peanuts To Dissolve
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar)
Roy estrada (bass)
Don preston (keyboards)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
So beerage (?), there's my all time favorite though, instantly. there's no waiting for the peanuts to dissolve.
Thats two-fifty
Somebodys
They don't have one of my all-time favorites. it's really upsetting.
Mary? this gentleman here wants to have a
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11. _ Mozart Ballet - Piano Sonata In B Flat
Frank zappa (vocals)
Roy estrada (bass)
Don preston (electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (acoustic piano)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Fz:
While the well disciplined ian underwood plays selected fragments from mozarts piano sonata in b-flat and we make electric noises, some members of our rocking teen combo will hop around on stage
Grotesque parody of the art of ballet dancing.
Oh you have to carry him. . . .
...you carry him!
Come on, i told everybody
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Boy, do i hate chickens!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, snork, snork, snork
During this part of our extremely zany ballet, don preston disguised as a mad scientist will convert the unwilling motorhead sherwood into a walking zombie.
Bok, bok, (heh), bock!
Don, let him get his smock on!
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12. _ Underground Freak-out Music
Frank zappa (vocals)
Lowell george (guitar)
Roy estrada (bass)
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)
This is uh, underground, psychedelic, acid-rock freak out music.
Yea-uh!
Moowaahhhh!
Where are your papers?
Immer ist der himmel ber alles
Fur euer himmel
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13. _ Easy Meat
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)
This girl is easy meat
I seen her on the street
See-through blouse an' a tiny little dress
Her manner indiscreet...i knew she was
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
She wanna take me home
Make me sweat and moan
Rub my head and beat me off
With a copy of rollin' stone
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
...they're just not gonna stand for it...
I told her i was late
I had another date
I can't get off on the rollin' stone
But the robots think it's great...i knew she was
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
Easy
She was so easy
Easy
Saw her tiny titties
Through her see-through blouse
I just had to take the girl to my house
Easy
Meat
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14. _ Jcb & Kansas On The Bus #1
Jimmy carl black (dialog)
Kanzus j. kanzus (dialog)
Dick kunc (dialog)
Dick barber (dialog)
Hands up!
He he he, wroaa wroaa wroaa
. . . why's he got them two microphones taped together, what if we taped their dicks together? what would they say?
I get a feeling o the blues
(youd have a helluva time gettin' your pants on, i'll tell ya that...)
Oh lord, since my baby said goodbye (been gonnnnne)
Dee dee dee dee
Lord i don't know what to do
All i do is sit and cry, oh lord
Since them dead-gone days you said goodbye
Well lord i thought i would be die...
The beer that made milwaukee famous
But the braves didn't hurt it any
She do me, she do you
Shes got the kind of lovin'
Lord i loved to hear when
She called me sweet daddy
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15. _ Piano/drum Duet
Ian underwood (electric piano)
Arthur tripp (drums)
(instrumental)
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16. _ F.z./jcb Drum Duet
Frank zappa (drums)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
(instrumental)
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17. _ Where Is Johnny Velvet?
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Lowell george (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass)
Don preston (keyboards)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Fz:
Thank you.
Audience:
No violence here, it's part of the. . .
Fz:
Would you like to come up here and sing with us?
Come on, anybody can sing this stuff.
Audience:
Nahh, i wanna-wanna i wanna think that stuff.
Fz:
You wanna what?
Audience:
Think it.
Fz:
You wanna think it?
Audience:
Yeah, right.
Fz:
Why dont you make up some words for us and well sing 'em.
Audience:
Johnny velvet on the loose. oooh, yeah, johnny velvet.
Fz:
Where is johnny velvet?
Audience:
Why don't you look inna central park? help i'm a rock!
Fz:
Help i'm a rock, you really want us to play that?
Audience:
Yeahhh, noo, yeah
Fz:
Yeah, no, who gives a shit
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18. _ Run Home Slow: Main Title Theme
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar)
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)
(instrumental)
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19. _ A Pound For A Brown (on The Bus)
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ray white (guitar)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone)
Ed mann (percussion)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
(jazz scat)
(instrumental)
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20. _ Proto-minimalism
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Lowell george (guitar)
Roy estrada (bass)
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)
Dave samuels (vibes)
Poowah!
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21. _ Charles Ives
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar, lead 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)
Hands up!
(instrumental)
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22. _ Baked-bean Boogie
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Lowell george (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass)
Don preston (keyboards)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
(instrumental)
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23. _ Right There
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, vocals)
Jimmy carl black (drums, vocals)
Arthur tripp (drums, vocals)
Hehehehuhu
Oh god stop, ahhaha
Oh god oh god
Right there, right there, right there
Ohowowoho
Oho ay ay oh oh oh
Right there, right there, oh god
Oh god, ai ai, oh god, oh oh oh
Ohh, ohh, oh no
I cant stand it
Right there, right there, right there
Right there, ohwohoh, right there
Over there, right there, right there
He he he he he
Oww yes, oww yes
Oh yes, oh yes
(etc)
More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more
Lalalalalala
(etc)
Oh gosh, ho ho ho, oh gosh
Poowah
I feel so good
Wra
I feel so good
Wra
Hands up!
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24. _ Jcb & Kansas On The Bus #2
Jimmy carl black (dialog)
Kanzus j. kanzus (dialog)
Dick kunc (dialog)
Dick barber (dialog)
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
That'll do you.
My names kansas and i'm from lyons.
The lyons lions.
L.y.o.n.s.
You got any smokes?
Y'damn right. huh?
What kind of smokes?
Cigarettes.
Wanna a chester booger?
What else did you think i meant,
I got some cigars up there too, brother.
No, i jes, frank wanted to know if you had any winstons.
Anybody have any winstons?
No, i don't.
Gimme a chesterfield.
Does motor have any more winstons,
I know he just bought a carton...
I'll pass man.
Boy, i'm havin' another one.
You can't beat another chesterfield, like the 48 others.
After 48 others.
Suck em right up.
Euclid, get up.
Let him sleep.
Fuck him, all he does is sleep.
Dub dab dab doo da down
Dabbe doo dee.
Put that pistol down, babe.
Put that pistol down
Don't take your guns to town, bill
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25. _ My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, snorks)
Buzz gardner (trumpet, flugel horn)
Roy estrada (bass)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Don preston (piano, organ, electronic effects)
Don "sugar cane" harris (electric violin)
Lowell george (rhythm guitar, vocals)
You know, your momma and your daddy
Saying i'm no good for you
They call me dirty from the alley
Till i don't know what to do
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawl past the garbage and
Your momma jumps out, screamin'
"don't come back no more"
I can't 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 momma told me you weren't there
She told me: "don't bother to call again"
'less i cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawl past the garbage and
Your momma jumps out, screamin'
"don't come back no more"
Later i tried to call you
Your momma told me you weren't there
She told me: "don't bother to call again"
'less i cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawl past the garbage and
Your momma jumps out, screamin'
"don't come back no more"
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
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26. _ The Little March
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar)
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)
(instrumental)
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27. _ Here Lies Love
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar, lead 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)
Here lies love
In a grave caused by jealousy
Here lies love
In a grave caused by jealousy
Hate was a pall bearer
And on the tombstone was written misery
It was a bad situation
From the beginning to the end
It was a bad situation
From the beginning to the end
I say, baby you killed my love
Now the undertaker is your friend
Now i'm sad and i'm blue
There's not much i can do
If these blues don't leave me
The undertaker will get me too
Ooh-hoo here lies love
In a grave caused by jealousy
You know that hate was the pall bearer
And on the tombstone was written misery
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28. _ Chocolate Halvah
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guiro, 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)
Chocolate halvah
Chocolate halvah
Chocolate halvah
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29. _ Where's Our Equipment?
Frank zappa
Ray collins (tambourine)
Roy estrada (bass)
Don preston (piano)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Billy mundi (drums)
(instrumental)
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30. _ Shall We Take Ourselves Seriously?
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
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)
Uhhh, mike scheller says his life is a mess fritz rau says asparagus should only be consumed by people with a larger mouth (?) fa fa fa fa shall we take ourselves seriously? shall we talk about
L night long? shall we think we are so evolved? will we be depressed if were wrong? shall we take ourselves seriously? shall we take ourselves elsewhere? shall we drink while we squat there in t
Ddle of this stupid song? shall we never go out there? shall we take us where we dont belong when we notice that the spargel is gone? shall we weep in the box office dawn oh go away im no good f
U are the tickets all counted? are the costs all accounted for? shall we bring up the spargel for discussion at least once more? shall we take ourselves seriously? shall we think we are so matur
All we be very wrong at the end of this song? if we will ever (?)
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31. _ Doreen (in Album You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol 5)
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
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)
Doreen, don't make me wait till tomorrow
No, no
Please darlin' let me love you tonight
And it'll be alright
You can't make me say i don't want you
No, no
My heart is burnin' with love
And i want you tonight
I really love you
You make me feel good
Please don't deceive me
Doreen you know
You should stay with me always
We could be lovers
Doreen your different
Then all the ... others
Doreen, don't make me wait till tomorrow
Oh oh no
Please darling
Let me love you tonight
And itll be alright
You can't make me say
I don't want you
Oh oh no
My heart is burnin' with love
And i want you tonight
Said, girl
I want you tonight
Say doreen i
I want you tonight
You gonna feel no pain baby
I want you tonight
Sweet doreen i
I want you tonight
Open up the door baby
I want you tonight
Sweet doreen say now
I want you tonight
Its alright , oh please, yeah
I want you tonight
Well . . .
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32. _ Geneva Farewell
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
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)
Fz:
Okay, if you throw anything else on the stage, the concert is over.
Up:
Cherchez les personnes qui jettaient les cigarettes sur l'stage, s'il vous plait. et ne jettez pas les objets sur le stage. ne jettez pas les objets. cherchez les personnes qui jettaient les cig
Es sur l'stage, s'il vous plait.
Fz:
Houselights, the concert's over.
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33. _ The Dead Girls Of London
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
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)
Do you see what they are
Do you hear what they say
People it is sad but true
They're dressed really stupid
But they think they're o.k.
And they got no use for you
The dead girls of london
Why do they act that way?
Maybe it's the water, mama
Maybe it's the tea
Maybe it's the way they was raised
Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers
Keeps them lookin' sorta half in a daze
Well the dead girls of london
Why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of london
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
You see 'em dancing at the disco every night
Like a bunch of little robot queens
Making little noises full of fake delight
But they're really just so full of beans
The dead girls of london
Why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of london
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
Boutique frame of mind
Gee i like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee i like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee i like your pants
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34. _ What's New In Baltimore?
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)
Hey! what's new in baltimore?
How 'bout that chord to replay?
Hey! what's new in baltimore?
The newest chord in all of baltimore!
Hey! what's new in baltimore?
What's new in baltimore?
Hey! what's new in baltimore?
Hey! what's new in baltimore?
Hey! what's new in baltimore?
What's new in baltimore?
What's new in baltimore?
What's new in baltimore?
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35. _ A Game Of Cards
Frank zappa (dialog)
Motorhead sherwood (dialog)
Arthur tripp (dialog)
Ian underwood (dialog)
Fz:
They're really getting professional now. in the dressing room waiting for the vanilla fudge to go off motorhead and arthur dyer tripp the third are playing cards.
Arthur:
Pair of queens what is this shit?
Motorhead:
Pissy, pissy poop.
Arthur:
Can i go down with two cards?
Motorhead:
Pissy, pissy poop.
Arthur:
Do it this way. give me a good chance buddy.
Motorhead:
I'll take that sonabitch.
Arthur:
You better not
Motorhead:
I took it.
Arthur:
Oh, you're running for a spade straight, are ya?
Motorhead:
I took it.
Arthur:
Oh, i got your number.
Motorhead:
Oh whaddaya know.
Arthur:
I knew it.
You have any other one i want?
(phhht!)
I hear a fuzztone.
Wahhh
Motorhead:
You shink evvyzing gonna be awright?
Arthur:
Is this an accounting office?
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36. _ Trouble Every Day (in Album You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol 5)
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Lowell george (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass)
Don preston (keyboards)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Well i'm about to get up sick
From watchin my t.v.
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when its gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess
So i'm watching and i'm waiting
Hopin' for the best
Even think i go to praying
Every time i hear them sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' everyday
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Wednesday i watched the riot
I've seen the cops out on the street
Watch them throwing rocks and stuff and choking in the heat
Listen to reports
About the whiskey passin' round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody on his street would take a turn
They stomp and smash and bash and crash and slash and bust 'n burn
And i'm watching and i'm waitin hopin' for the best
Even think i go to prayin'
Every time i hear em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' everyday
You can cool it
You can heat it
Cause baby i don't need it
Take your t.v. tube and eat it
And all that phony stuff on sports
And all those unconfirmed reports
You know i watch that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsmen say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so and so
And further they assert
That any show they litter up
They bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell
Cause the boys they got downtown
Working hard and doin swell
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the streets
They say that no one blams it faster
Their coverage can't be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machine gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And youll see it all complete
So i'm watching and i'm waiting
Hopin for the best
Even think i go to praying
Every time i hear them saying
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' everyday
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Well i've seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
All the merchants and the shops
Who use to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watch the mob just turn and bite em
And they say it serve them right
Because a few of them are white
And it's the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yell and you can understand me
And all that other crap they hand me
In the papers and t.v.
And all that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more everyday
These time of year some asshole say
He wants to go and do you in
Cause the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
No matter if it's black or white
Because he's out for blood tonight
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