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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.3 (2001)
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) (Instrumental) |
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from Frank Zappa - The Best Band You Never Heard In Your Life (2004)
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) (Instrumental) |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
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) Ricky Lancelotti (vocals) Three hunderd years ago Thought I might get some sleep Stretched myself out onna antique bed An' my spirit did a midnight creep You know I'll never sleep no more To me it seem that is just ain't wise Didja ever wake up in the mornin' With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes I am the ZOMBY WOOF I'm the creature all the ladies been Talkin' about I am the ZOMBY WOOF They all seek for shelter when I come chargin' out Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is... Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF The said aw-reety An' they was aw-righty An' I was a Zomby for you, little lady... I got a great big pointed fang Which is my Zomby Toof My right foot is bigger than my other one is Like a reg'lar Zomby Hoof If I raid your dormitorium Don't try to remain aloof... I might snatch you up screamin' through the window all nekkid An' do it to you on the roof, don't mess with the ZOMBY WOOF I am about as evil as a Boogie Man can be! Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.1 (2001)
Three hundred years ago
I thought I might get some sleep I stretched myself out onna antique bed An' my spirit did a midnite creep You know I'll never sleep no more It seem to me that it just ain't wise Didja ever wake up in the mornin' With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes Just about as evil as you could be I am the ZOMBY WOOF I'm that creature all the ladies been Talkin' about I am the ZOMBY WOOF They all seek for shelter when I come chargin' out Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is . . . Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF They said aw-reety An' they was aw-righty An' I was a Zomby for you, little lady . . . I got a great big pointed fang Which is my Zomby Toof My right foot's bigger than my other one is Like a reg'lar Zomby Hoof If I raid your dormitorium Don't try to remain aloof . . . I might snatch you up screamin' through the window all nekkid An' do it to you on the roof, don't mess with the ZOMBY WOOF I am about as evil as a Boogie Man can be! Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF |
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from Frank Zappa - The Best Band You Never Heard In Your Life (2004)
Three hundred years ago
I thought I might get some sleep I stretched myself out onna antique bed An' my spirit did a midnite creep You know I'll never sleep no more It seem to me that it just ain't wise Didja ever wake up in the mornin' With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes Just about as evil as you could be I am the ZOMBY WOOF I'm that creature all the ladies been Talkin' about I am the ZOMBY WOOF They all seek for shelter when I come chargin' out Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is . . . Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF They said aw-reety An' they was aw-righty An' I was a Zomby for you, little lady . . . I got a great big pointed fang Which is my Zomby Toof My right foot's bigger than my other one is Like a reg'lar Zomby Hoof If I raid your dormitorium Don't try to remain aloof . . . I might snatch you up screamin' through the window all nekkid An' do it to you on the roof, don't mess with the ZOMBY WOOF I am about as evil as a Boogie Man can be! Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF |
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from Frank Zappa - The Best Band You Never Heard In Your Life (2004)
Three hundred years ago
I thought I might get some sleep I stretched myself out onna antique bed An' my spirit did a midnite creep You know I'll never sleep no more It seem to me that it just ain't wise Didja ever wake up in the mornin' With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes Just about as evil as you could be I am the ZOMBY WOOF I'm that creature all the ladies been Talkin' about I am the ZOMBY WOOF They all seek for shelter when I come chargin' out Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is . . . Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF They said aw-reety An' they was aw-righty An' I was a Zomby for you, little lady . . . I got a great big pointed fang Which is my Zomby Toof My right foot's bigger than my other one is Like a reg'lar Zomby Hoof If I raid your dormitorium Don't try to remain aloof . . . I might snatch you up screamin' through the window all nekkid An' do it to you on the roof, don't mess with the ZOMBY WOOF I am about as evil as a Boogie Man can be! Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF |
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from Frank Zappa - Waka/ Jawaka (2007)
Your mouth is your religion
You put your faith in a hole like that? You put your trust and your belief above your jaw And no relief have I found I heard your story when you come home You said you went to see your sister last night Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth And find a funeral wreath While you'll be laying in the ground all alone So tell me where are you coming from with all them lines As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say Because he just might want to blow you away 'Cause he just might want to blow you away An evil woman can make ya cry If you believe her every time she lies Well you can be a big fool If she makes you loose your cool, and so I've got me some advice you should try Just let her talk a little Just let her talk a little more Just... let her talk a little more And when she runs out of words Just say the same thing that I told you before... Tell me where are you coming from with all them lines As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say Because he just might want to blow you away 'Cause he just might want to blow you away |
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from Frank Zappa - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968)
You didn't try to call me, why didn't you try?
I'm so lonely No matter who I take home, I keep calling your name And you, (I need you so bad) you're the one babe Tell me, tell me who's lovin' you now 'Cause it worries my mind and I can't sleep at all I stayed home on Friday just to wait for your call And you didn't try to call me Why didn't you try, I'm so lonely No matter who I take home, I keep calling your name And you, (I need you so bad) You're the one babe Tell me, tell me who's lovin' you now 'Cause it worries my mind and I can't sleep at all I stayed home on Friday just to wait for your call I can't say what's wrong or what's right La la-la-la la, la la-la-la la All you've gotta do-do-do is call me babe La la-la-la la, la la-la-la la You make me feel so excited girl I got so hung up on you from the moment that we met That no matter how I try, I can't keep the tears From running down my face I'm all alone at my place You didn't try to call me You didn't try to call me at all... (didja, buddy?) didja? You didn't try to call me You didn't try to call me at all... didja? You didn't try to call me You didn't try to call me at all... didja? You didn't try to call me You didn't try to call me at all... or didja? |
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from Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills (2000)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham...) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man From a middle class fam'ly Started singin' the blues 'Cause he thought it was manly Now he talks like the Kingfish ("Saffiiiee!") From Amos 'n Andy ("Holy mack'l dere...Holy mack'l dere!") He tells you that chitlins... Well, they taste just like candy He thinks that he's got De whole thang down From the Nivea Lotion To de Royal Crown Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham...) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man Of the Negro Persuasion Devoted his life To become a caucasian He stopped eating pork He stopped eating greens He traded his dashiki ("UHURU!") For some Jordache Jeans He learned to play golf An' he got a good score Now he says to himself ("I AIN'T NO NIGGER NO MORE...HEY! HEY! HEY!") "I don't understand you..." BWANA MA-COO-BAH "Would you please speak more clearly..." MERCEDES BAINNNNNNNZ Who is who (I don't know) 'N what is what (Somethin' I just don't know...) 'N why is this (Tell me now...) Appropriot (That's a funny pronunciation if'n ever I heard one...) If you don't like (Where'd you get that word?) What you has got (Appropriot? The word is not...) Drop it in the dirt (Drop it yeah...) 'N let it rot (I can smell it now...) Someone else (Here de come, here de come...) Will surely come (I told you they was comin') 'N pick it up (That's right!) 'Cause he wants some (An' he wants it for free...) And when one day (There will come a day...) You wonder who (I wonder too...) You used to was (Who I was anyway...) 'N what you do (I used to work at the post office...) You'll scratch your head (But I don't wanna un-do my doo...) 'N look around (Just to see what's goin' on) But what you lost (Can't seem to find it...) Will not be found (A Mercedes Benz...) Do you what you are? (I know...) You are what you is (I'm the kinda guy...) You is what you am (That ought to be drivin' a Mercedes Benz...) A cow don't make a ham (A four-fifty SLC...) You ain't what you're not (A big ol' red one...) So see what you got (With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk...) You are what you is (I'm gwine down to de links on Saturday mornin'...) An' that's all it is (Gimme a five dollar bill...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (And an overcoat too...) AND THAT'S ALL IT IS (Robbie, take me to Greek Town...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (I'm harder than yer husband; harder than yer husband...) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (I'm goin' down to White Street, y'all...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (Gone down to the Mudd Club, 'n work the wall...) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS ('N work the floor 'n work the pipe 'N work the wall some more... And here we are at the Mudd Club, Y'all... I hope you enjoy yourself, cause the show's about To begin...) |
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from Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills (2000)
Do you know what you are?
You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham . . . ) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man From a middle class fam'ly Started singin' the blues 'Cause he thought it was manly Now he talks like the Kingfish ("Saffiiiee!") From Amos 'n Andy ("Holy mack'l dere . . . Holy mack'l dere!") He tells you that chitlins . . . (Chitlins!) Well, they taste just like candy He thinks that he's got De whole thang down From the Nivea Lotion To de Royal Crown Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham . . . ) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man Of the Negro Persuasion Devoted his life To become a caucasian He stopped eating pork He stopped eating greens He traded his dashiki ("Uhuru!") For some Jordache Jeans He learned to play golf An' he got a good score Now he says to himself "I AIN'T NO NIGGER NO MORE . . . HEY! HEY! HEY!" "I don't understand you . . . " BWANA MA-COO-BAH "Would you please speak more clearly . . . " MERCEDES BAINNNNNNNZ Who is who (I don't know . . . ) 'N what is what (Somethin' I just don't know . . . ) 'N why is this (Tell me now . . . ) Appropriot (That's a funny pronunciation if'n ever I heard one . . . ) If you don't like (Where'd you get that word?) What you has got (Appropriot? The word is not . . . ) Drop it in the dirt (Drop it yeah . . . ) 'N let it rot (I can smell it now . . . ) Someone else (Here de come, here de come . . . ) Will surely come (I told you they was comin') 'N pick it up (That's right!) 'Cause he wants some (An' he wants it for free . . . ) And when one day (There will come a day . . . ) You wonder who (I wonder too . . . ) You used to was (Who I was anyway . . . ) 'N what you do (I used to work at the post office . . . ) You'll scratch your head (But I don't wanna un-do my doo . . . ) 'N look around (Just to see what's goin' on . . . ) But what you lost (Can't seem to find it . . . ) Will not be found (A Mercedes Benz . . . ) Do you know what you are? (I know . . . ) You are what you is (I'm the kinda guy . . . ) You is what you am (That ought to be drivin' a Mercedes Benz . . . ) A cow don't make a ham (A four-fifty SLC . . . ) You ain't what you're not (A big ol' red one . . . ) So see what you got (With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk . . . ) You are what you is (I'm gwine down to de links on Saturday mornin' . . . ) An' that's all it is (Gimme a five dollar bill . . . ) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (And an overcoat too . . . ) AND THAT'S ALL IT IS (Where's my waitress? Yeah . . . ) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (Robbie, take me to Greek Town . . . ) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (I'm harder than yer husband; harder than yer husband . . . ) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (I'm goin' down to White Street, to the Mudd Club y'all . . . ) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (I'm goin' down 'n work the wall 'n work the floor . . . ) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS ('N work the pipe 'n work the wall . . . ) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (Some more . . . ) |
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from Frank Zappa - Sheik Yerbouti (2006)
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) Maybe you should stay with yo' mama She could do your laundry 'n' cook for you Maybe you should stay with yo' mama You're really kinda stupid 'n' ugly too (verse repeats) You ain't really made for bein' out in the street Ain't much hope for a fool like you 'Cause if you play the game, you will get beat Maybe you should stay with yo' mama She could do your laundry 'n' cook for you Maybe you should stay with yo' mama You're really kinda stupid 'n' ugly too And You should never smoke in pajamas You might start a fire 'n' burn yer face Maybe you'll return to Managua You could go unnoticed in such a place |
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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
Not sure if its correct, because Ya Hozna is backwards singing.
Sung backwards: I AM THE HEAVEN I AM THE WATER ICH BIN DER DRECK UNTER DEINEN WALZEN ICH BIN DEIN GEHEIMER SCHMUTZ UND VERLORENES METALLGELD ICH BIN DEINE RITZE ICH BIN DEINE RITZE UND SCHLITZE I AM THE CLOUDS I AM EMBROIDERED ICH BIN DER AUTOR ALLER FELGEN UND DAMAST PASPELN ICH BIN DER CHROME DINETTE ICH BIN DER CHROME DINETTE ICH BIN EIER ALLER ARTEN ICH BIN ALLE TAGE UND NAECHTE ICH BIN ALLE TAGE UND NAECHTE ICH BIN HIER UND DU BIST MEIN SOFA ICH BIN HIER UND DU BIST MEIN SOFA ICH BIN HIER UND DU BIST MEIN SOFA ORIGINAL: I AM THE HEAVEN I AM THE WATER I AM THE DIRT BENEATH YOUR ROLLERS I AM YOUR SECRET SMUT AND LOST METAL MONEY DOWN YOUR CRACKS I AM YOUR CRACKS & CRANNIES I AM THE CLOUDS I AM EMBROIDERED I AM THE AUTHOR OF ALL TUCKS AND DAMAST PIPING I AM THE CHROME DINETTE I AM THE CHROME DINETTE I AM EGGS OF ALL PERSUASIONS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM HERE AND YOU ARE MY SOFA I AM HERE AND YOU ARE MY SOFA I AM HERE AND YOU ARE MY SOFA |
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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
Frank Zappa (vocals, guitar)
Lowell George (rhythm guitar, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Don Preston (keyboards) Motorhead Sherwood (woodwinds, vocals) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, percussion) Arthur Tripp (drums, percussion) I say WPLJ, it really tastes good to me WPLJ won't you take a drink with me Well, it's a good good wine It really makes me feel so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine I went to the store when they open up the door I said: "Please please please gimme some more" White port & lemon juice, white port & lemon juice, White port & lemon juice, ooh what a good to you! You take the bottle, you take the can, shake it up fine You get a good good wine. White port & lemon juice, white port & lemon juice, White port & lemon juice, ooh what a good to you! The W is the white, the P is the port The L is the lemon, the J is the juice White port & lemon juice, white port & lemon juice, White port & lemon juice, ooh what a good to you! Well I feel so good, I feel so fine I got plenty of lovin', I got plenty of wine White port & lemon juice, white port & lemon juice, I said white port & lemon juice, ooh what a good to you! |
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from Frank Zappa - Chunga'S Revenge (1970)
Remember Freddie and Jo?
The night you went to the show? (A monster movie) Clutchin' at yer hand (Wait ten seconds) Clutchin' at yer arm (Wait ten seconds) Clutchin' at yer elbow ? (Wait ten seconds) Where did your brassiere go? When the monster came out, 'N everybody shout! People all around you, Screamin' at the monster; The Monster From The U.S.O. Who's this dude with his hair straight back? His new white socks, 'n his pants all black; His T-shirts rolled ? His watch is gold ? A '55 Chevy that his brother just stoled, With his arm's around yer waist ? An' his hand is in yer pants ? An' he asks you for a date To the servicemen's dance! Suppose you don't wanna? What can you do? When a joker like that Got his hands on you ? Oh, baby! T-T-T-Tell me baby Would you go all the way For the U.S.O.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.O.? Lift up your dress, if the answer is "no"... Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way For the U.S.A.? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way? Would you go all the way? |
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from Frank Zappa - The Lost Episodes (1998)
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) L.A. in the summer of '69 I went downtown and bought me some wine Oh, I drank it down under the table I said: watch me now, I'm gonna eat the label Well I'm a wino man, Don't you know I am? 36 - 24, hips about 30 I seen a fine lady And I started talkin' dirty Boy, she looked over at me And she raised her thumb She said: "Jam down the road You bum, bum, bum, bum" I'm a wino man, Don't you know I am? I went to the country, And while I was gone I lost control of my body functions On the road ahead at the ladies front lawn I'm so ashamed, But I'm a wino man I can't help myself I've been drinkin' all night Till my eyes got red Stumbled on the gutter And busted my head Bugs in my zoot suit, Been scratchin' like a dog I can't stand no water, And I stink like a hog Give me a five dollar bill, And an overcoat too Give me a five dollar bill, And an overcoat too A five dollar bill and an overcoat too A five dollar bill and a floor shine shoe |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes, she is, think about it Woman is the nigger of the world Think about it, do something about it We make her paint her face and dance If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man While putting her down we pretend that she's above us Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me Take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave of the slaves Ah yeah, better scream about it We make her bear and raise our children And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen We tell her home is the only place she should be Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me Take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave to the slaves Yeah, alright We insult her every day on TV And wonder why she has no guts or confidence When she's young we kill her will to be free While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave to the slaves Yes, she is If you believe me, you better scream about it REPEAT: We make her paint her face and dance... |
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from Frank Zappa - Fillmore East - June 1971 (Live At The Fillmore East / 1971) [live] (2005)
I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back
Pair a khaki pants with my shoe shined black Got a little lady... walk that street Tellin' all the boys that she cain't be beat Twenny dollah bill (I can set you straight) Meet me onna corner boy'n don't be late Man in a suit with a bow-tie neck Wanna buy a grunt with a third party check Standin' onna porch of the Lido Hotel Floozies in the lobby love the way I sell: HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT RITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT ZITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS |
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from Frank Zappa - Hot Rats (1969)
I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back
Pair a khaki pants with my shoe shined black Got a little lady... walk that street Tellin' all the boys that she cain't be beat Twenny dollah bill (I can set you straight) Meet me onna corner boy'n don't be late Man in a suit with a bow-tie neck Wanna buy a grunt with a third party check Standin' onna porch of the Lido Hotel Floozies in the lobby love the way I sell: HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT RITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT ZITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.4 (2001)
I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back
Pair a khaki pants with my shoe shined black Got a little lady... walk that street Tellin' all the boys that she cain't be beat Twenny dollah bill (I can set you straight) Meet me onna corner boy'n don't be late Man in a suit with a bow-tie neck Wanna buy a grunt with a third party check Standin' onna porch of the Lido Hotel Floozies in the lobby love the way I sell: HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT RITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT ZITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS |
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from Frank Zappa - Zappa Picks/ By Larry Lalonde Of Primus (2004)
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) David Ocker (clarinet) Many well-dressed people In several locations Are kissing quite a bit Later in the evening Leaves will fall Tears will flow Wind will blow Some rain; some snow A fireplace maybe A kiss or two And down they'll go But that's the way it goes sometimes You just might find yourself in the clutches of some Wild Love Mama stroked his dinger Daddy got a stinky finger In those days of long ago Later in the evening She'd complain They'd refrain He'd go home and hone his bone A tragic case maybe But also true I'm sure you know But that's the way it goes sometimes You just might find yourself in the clutches of some Wild Love Now'days you get dressed up 'N' later you get messed up But still you're pretty hip Later in the evening You'll explain She'll remain You're real modern She's the same A frantic pace maybe But who's to say Where it will go |
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from Frank Zappa - Sheik Yerbouti (2006)
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) David Ocker (clarinet) Many well-dressed people In several locations Are kissing quite a bit Later in the evening Leaves will fall Tears will flow Wind will blow Some rain; some snow A fireplace maybe A kiss or two And down they'll go But that's the way it goes sometimes You just might find yourself in the clutches of some Wild Love Mama stroked his dinger Daddy got a stinky finger In those days of long ago Later in the evening She'd complain They'd refrain He'd go home and hone his bone A tragic case maybe But also true I'm sure you know But that's the way it goes sometimes You just might find yourself in the clutches of some Wild Love Now'days you get dressed up 'N' later you get messed up But still you're pretty hip Later in the evening You'll explain She'll remain You're real modern She's the same A frantic pace maybe But who's to say Where it will go |
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from Frank Zappa - Joe`S Garage Acts 1, 2 & 3 (2006)
Act I
SCENE SEVEN WHY DOES IT HURT WHEN I PEE? Shortly after his liaison with the taco stand lady, joe makes a horrible discovery... Joe: Why does it hurt when i pee? Why does it hurt when i pee? I don't want no doctor To stick no needle in me Why does it hurt when i pee? I got it from the toilet seat I got it from the toilet seat It jumped right up 'n' grabbed my meat Got it from the toilet seat ARRGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!OOOOO!! My balls feel like a pair of maracas (Rattle) My balls feel like a pair of maracas Oh god i probably got the Gon-o-ka-ka-khackus! My balls feel like a pair of maracas Ai-eee-ai-eee-ahhhh! Why does it Why does it Why does it Why does it hurt...when I Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) What's there to live for? Who needs the peace corps? Think I'll just DROP OUT I'll go to Frisco Buy a wig & sleep On Owsley's floor Walked past the wig store Danced at the Fillmore I'm completely stoned I'm hippy & I'm trippy I'm a gypsy on my own I'll stay a week & get the crabs & Take a bus back home I'm really just a phony But forgive me 'Cause I'm stoned Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco! How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Oh, my hair is getting good in the back! Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up on every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO... Hotcha! First I'll buy some beads And then perhaps a leather band To go around my head Some feathers and bells And a book of Indian lure I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce How to get to Height Street And smoke an awful lot of dope I will wander around barefoot I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times I will love everyone I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street I will sleep... I will, I will go to a house That's, that's what I will do I will go to a house Where there's a rock roll band 'Cause the groups all live together And I will join a rock & roll band I will be their road manager And I will stay there with them And I will get the crabs But I won't care |
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| from Frank Zappa - The Best Band You Never Heard In Your Life (2004) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) What's the ugliest Part of your body? What's the ugliest Part of your body? Some say your nose Some say your toes But I think it's YOUR MIND I think it's your mind, woo woo ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE Where did Annie go Whe she went to town? Who are all those creeps That she brings around? ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES YOU BELIEVE A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE... |
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) What's the ugliest Part of your body? What's the ugliest Part of your body? Some say your nose Some say your toes But I think it's YOUR MIND I think it's your mind, woo woo ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE Where did Annie go Whe she went to town? Who are all those creeps That she brings around? ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES YOU BELIEVE A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE... |
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from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999)
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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from Frank Zappa - Frank Zappa`S 200 Motels (2007)
Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: What will this evening bring me this morning? What will this evening bring me this morning? Dawn will arrive without any warning. What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight? (If things go alright.) What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight? ( Will she be outasite?) What will this evening bring me this morning? What will this evening bring me this morning? A succulent fat one! A mod little flat one, maybe a hot one (to give me the clap!) maybe a freak who gets off with a strap. {repeat and fade out} What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight? (If things go alright.) What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight? ( Will she be outasite?) |
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from Frank Zappa - The Yellow Shark (2001)
[includes Narrhalla-Marsch (trad.) and a quote from Louie Louie (Richard Berry)]
Reiner Romer: Ladies and gentlemen, here he goes, Peter Rundel, he seems to be disgusted. Whatever. Ridero ridera! [...] Ha ha ha! LAUGH NOW! (HA HA HA HA HA!) Be quiet! Von seiner Werkbank zu uns heute Abend hergekommen ist unser Hermann Kretzschmar wolle merm reinlasse? Laugh now! (HA HA HA HA HA!) Welcome to the United States This form must be completed by every nonimmigrant visitor not in possession of a visitor's visa. Type or print legibly in pen in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS. USE ENGLISH. Item 7 - If you are entering the United States by land, enter LAND in this space. (LAND!) If you are entering the United States by ship, enter, unh-unh, SEA in this space. Do any of the following apply to you? (Answer Yes or No) (No! No! Yes! No! Yes! No!) A. Do you have a communicable disease; (COUGH NOW! Coughs . . . ) physical or mental disorder; or are you a drug abuser or addict? Tell me, Bill, Yes or No. (No) Louder. (No!) B. Have you ever been arrested or convicted for an offense or crime involving moral turpitude or a violation related to a controlled substance; or ever been arrested or convicted for two or more offenses for which the aggregate sentence to confinement was five years or more? Answer Yes or No. (Yes! Yes, sir! Yes! No! No! No!) Or been a controlled substance trafficker; or are you seeking entry to engage in criminal or immoral activities? Answer Yes or No. (Yes or No) Thank you! C. Have you ever been or are you now involved in espionage or sabotage; or terrorist activities; or genocide; or between 1933 and 1945 were you involved, in any way, in persecutions associated with Nazi Germany or its allies? Answer Yes or No. (Yes) Thank you very much! And welcome to the United States! Reiner Romer: Thank you very much! Here they go! Frank Zappa and Hermann Kretzschmar! Back on stage, Peter Rundel! |
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from Frank Zappa - The Lost Episodes (1998)
(traditional, arranged by FZ)
[Apostolic Studios, NYC December, 1967-February, 1968 FZ guitar, bass Art Tripp marimba, vibes Don Preston keyboards Jimmy Carl Black drums] |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
There may not be much difference
Between Chairman Mao and Richard Nixon If we strip them naked There may not be much difference Between Marilyn Monroe and Lenny Bruce If we check their coffins There may not be much difference Between White House and Hall of People If we count their windows There may not be much difference Between Raquel Welch and Jerry Rubin If we hear their heartbeat We're all water from different rivers That's why it's so easy to meet We're all water in this vast, vast ocean Someday we'll evaporate together There may not be much difference Between Eldrige Cleaver and Queen of England If we bottle their tears There may not be much difference Between Manson and the Pope If we press their smile There may not be much difference Between Rockefeller and you If we hear you sing There may not be much difference Between you and me If we show our dreams We're all water from different rivers That's why it's so easy to meet We're all water in this vast, vast ocean Someday we'll evaporate together What's the difference? What's the difference? There's no difference! There's no difference! What's the difference? |
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from Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills (2000)
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) You-you-you-ooo Look like a dor-r-r-k You act like a dork Most of the time, also You're a dor-r-r-r-k You are a double-dork butt rash You are a dork, dork, dork, dor-r-r-r-k! Nobody wants to... You are boring...you have nothing to say You eat cheese -- you eat cheese and other things You can can wrap up an' take with you From the table With Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table You are a dork You are a dork, dork, dork, dor-r-r-r-k! A double-dork butt rash There's one in every crew -- do you know who you are? We know, but we won't tell you We don't want to hurt your feelings But you're a dor-r-r-r-k! Might as well admit it When you're a dork You're a dork, by the way You're a dork A double A double dork butt rash A double butt rash dork Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table You look like a dork Look loke a dork You act like a dork most of the time You're a dor-r-r-r-k Double dork Double dork Double dork butt rash |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.2 (2001)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don Preston (synthesizer) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Chester Thompson (drums) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Goin' back home To the Village of the Sun Out in back of Palmdale Where the turkey farmers run, I done Made up my mind And I know I'm gonna go to Sun Village, good God I hope the Wind don't blow It take the paint off your car And wreck your windshield too, I don't know how the people stand it, But I guess they do Cause they're all still there, Even Johnny Franklin too In the Village of the Sun Village of the Sun Village of the Sun, son (Sun Village to you) Little Mary, and Teddy, and Thelma too Where Palmdale Bouldevard Cuts on through Past the Village Inn & Barbecue (I heard it ain't there... Well I hope it ain't true) Where the stumblers gonna go To watch the lights turn blue Where the stumblers gonna go To watch the lights turn blue-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-wahhh? Goin' back home To the Village of the Sun Out in back of Palmdale Where the turkey farmers run, I done Made up my mind And I know I'm gonna go to Sun Village, good God I hope the Wind don't blow It take the paint off your car And wreck your windshield too, I don't know how the people stand it, But I guess they do Cause they're all still there, Even Johnny Franklin too In the Village of the Sun Village of the Sun Village of the Sun, son (Sun Village to you) |
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from Frank Zappa - Zappa Picks/ By Larry Lalonde Of Primus (2004)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don Preston (synthesizer) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Chester Thompson (drums) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Goin' back home To the Village of the Sun Out in back of Palmdale Where the turkey farmers run, I done Made up my mind And I know I'm gonna go to Sun Village, good God I hope the Wind don't blow It take the paint off your car And wreck your windshield too, I don't know how the people stand it, But I guess they do Cause they're all still there, Even Johnny Franklin too In the Village of the Sun Village of the Sun Village of the Sun, son (Sun Village to you) Little Mary, and Teddy, and Thelma too Where Palmdale Bouldevard Cuts on through Past the Village Inn & Barbecue (I heard it ain't there... Well I hope it ain't true) Where the stumblers gonna go To watch the lights turn blue Where the stumblers gonna go To watch the lights turn blue-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-wahhh? Goin' back home To the Village of the Sun Out in back of Palmdale Where the turkey farmers run, I done Made up my mind And I know I'm gonna go to Sun Village, good God I hope the Wind don't blow It take the paint off your car And wreck your windshield too, I don't know how the people stand it, But I guess they do Cause they're all still there, Even Johnny Franklin too In the Village of the Sun Village of the Sun Village of the Sun, son (Sun Village to you) |
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from Frank Zappa - Roxy & Elsewhere (2005)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don Preston (synthesizer) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Chester Thompson (drums) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Goin' back home To the Village of the Sun Out in back of Palmdale Where the turkey farmers run, I done Made up my mind And I know I'm gonna go to Sun Village, good God I hope the Wind don't blow It take the paint off your car And wreck your windshield too, I don't know how the people stand it, But I guess they do Cause they're all still there, Even Johnny Franklin too In the Village of the Sun Village of the Sun Village of the Sun, son (Sun Village to you) Little Mary, and Teddy, and Thelma too Where Palmdale Bouldevard Cuts on through Past the Village Inn & Barbecue (I heard it ain't there... Well I hope it ain't true) Where the stumblers gonna go To watch the lights turn blue Where the stumblers gonna go To watch the lights turn blue-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-wahhh? Goin' back home To the Village of the Sun Out in back of Palmdale Where the turkey farmers run, I done Made up my mind And I know I'm gonna go to Sun Village, good God I hope the Wind don't blow It take the paint off your car And wreck your windshield too, I don't know how the people stand it, But I guess they do Cause they're all still there, Even Johnny Franklin too In the Village of the Sun Village of the Sun Village of the Sun, son (Sun Village to you) |
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from Frank Zappa - Ship Arriving Too Late To Save A Drowning Witch (2006)
Valley Girl
She's a Valley Girl Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl In a clothing store Okay, fine... Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl In a clothing store Like, OH MY GOD! (Valley Girl) Like - TOTALLY (Valley Girl) Encino is like SO BITCHEN (Valley Girl) There's like the Galleria (Valley Girl) And like all these like really great shoe stores I love going into like clothing stores and stuff I like buy the neatest mini-skirts and stuff It s like so BITCHEN cuz like everybody's like Super-super nice It's like so BITCHEN On Ventura, there she goes She just bought some bitchen clothes Tosses her head 'n flips her hair She got a whole bunch of nothin in there Anyway, he goes are you into S and M? I go, oh RIGHT . Could you like just picture me in like a LEATHER TEDDY Yeah right, HURT ME, HURT ME... I'm sure! NO WAY! He was like freaklng me out... He called me a BEASTIE... That's cuz like he was totally BLITZED He goes like BAG YOUR FACE! I'm sure! Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Okay, fine... Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl So sweet 'n pure Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl So sweet 'n pure It's really sad (Valley Girl) Like my English teacher He's like (Valley Girl) He's like Mr. BU-FU (Valley Girl) We're talking Lord God King BU-FU (Valley Girl) I am SO SURE He's like so GROSS He like sits there and like plays with all his rings And he like flirts with all the guys in the class It's like totally disgusting I'm like so sure It's like BARF ME OUT... Gag me with a spoon! Last idea to cross her mind Had something to do with where to find A pair of jeans to fit her butt And where to get her toenails cut So like I go into this like salon place, y'know And I wanted like to get my toenails done And the lady like goes, oh my God, your toenails Are like so GRODY It was like really embarassing She's like OH MY GOD, like BAG THOSE TOENAILS I'm like sure... She goes, uh, I don't know if I can handle this, y'know... I was like really embarassed.. . Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Valley Girl She's a Valley Girl Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl And there is no cure Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure She's a Valley Girl And there is no cure Like my mother is like a total space cadet (Valley Girl) She like makes me do the dishes and (Valley Girl) CLEAN the cat box (Valley Girl) I am sure That's like GROSS (Valley Girl) BARF OUT! (Valley Girl) OH MY GOD (Valley Girl Hi! Uh-huh (Valley Girl) My name? My name is Ondrya Wolfson (Valley Girl) Uh -huh That's right, Ondrya (Valley Girl) Uh -huh... I know (Valley Girl) It's like... I do not talk funny... I'm sure (Valley Girl) Whatsa matter with the way I talk? (Valley Girl) I am a VAL, I know But I live in like in a really good part of Encino so it's okay (Valley Girl) So like, I don't know I'm like freaking out totally Oh my God! Hi - I have to go to the orthodontist I'm getting my braces off, y'know But I have to wear a retainer That's going to be really like a total bummer I'm freaking out I'm SURE Like those things that like stick in your mouth They're so gross... You like get saliva all over them But like, I don't know, it's going to be cool, y'know So you can see my smile It'll be like really cool Except my like my teeth are like too small But NO BIGGIE... It's so AWESOME It's like TUBULAR, y'know Well, I'm not like really ugly or anything It's just like I don't know You know me, I'm like into like the clean stuff Like PAC-MAN and like, I don't know Like my mother like makes me do the dishes It's like so GROSS. . . Like all the stuff like sticks to the plates And its like, it's like somebody elses food, y'know It's like GRODY... GRODY TO THE MAX I'm sure It's like really nauseating Like BARF OUT GAG ME WITH A SPOON GROSS I am SURE TOTALLY... |
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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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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Jim Gordon (drums) John Guerin (drums) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Jack Bruce (bass) Erroneous (bass) Tom Fowler (bass) Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George Duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Ian Underwood (saxophone) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals) Sal Marquez (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Ray Collins (background vocals) Kerry McNabb (background vocals) Susie Glower (background vocals) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Whoa, are we moving too slow? Have you seen us, Uncle Remus? We look pretty sharp in these clothes (Yes, we do) Unless we get sprayed with a hose It ain't bad in the day If they squirt it your way 'Cept in the wintah, when it's froze And it's hard if it hits, on your nose (On your nose) Just keep your nose To the grindstone they say Will that redeem us, Uncle Reemus? I can't wait til mah 'fro is full grown I'll just throw away my doo-rag at home I'll take a drive to Beverly Hills Just before dawn And knock the little jockeys Off the rich peoples lawn And before they get up I'll be gone (I'll be gone) Before they get up I'll be knockin' the jockeys off the lawn (Down in the dew) |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostrophe (2000)
Wo, are we movin' too slow?
Have you seen us, Uncle Remus . . . We look pretty sharp in these clothes (yes, we do) Unless we get sprayed with a hose It ain't bad in the day If they squirt it your way 'Cept in the winter, when it's froze An' it's hard if it hits On yer nose On yer nose Just keep yer nose To the grindstone, they say Will that redeem us, Uncle Remus . . . I can't wait till my Fro is full-grown I'll just throw 'way my Doo-Rag at home I'll take a drive to BEVERLY HILLS Just before dawn An' knock the little jockeys Off the rich people's lawn An' before they get up I'll be gone, I'll be gone Before they get up I'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawn Down in the dew |
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| from Frank Zappa - The Mothers Of Invention/ Uncle Meat (2005) | |||||
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| from Frank Zappa - Chunga'S Revenge (1970) | |||||
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| from Frank Zappa - Son Of Cheep Thrills (1999) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Frank Zappa`S 200 Motels (2007)
Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: This town.. this town.. is just a Sealed Tuna Sandwich. Sealed Tuna Sandwich with the wrapper glued ... It's by baloney on the rack It goes for 40 cents a whack. It's just a place for us to play to help us pay the cost of the tickets back to L.A. the cost of the tickets back to L.A. the cost of the tickets back to L.A. Chorus: All the people in the Sandwich Town think the place is great. What if part of it's crumbling down? Most of them prob'ly won't be 'round ... Howard Kaylan: They'll either be dead.. Mark Volman: or moved to San Francisco. Howard Kaylan: ( Where everybody thinks they're Heavy Business. But it's just a Tuna Sandwich from another catering service. ) |
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| from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.6 (2001) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Sheik Yerbouti (2006)
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) Hey! I'm only fourteen Sickly 'n' thin Tried all of my life Just to grow me a chin It popped out once But my dad pushed it in Why did he hurt me? He's my next of kin... He's a mex-i-kin I'm lonely 'n' green Too small for my shirt If Simmons was here I could feature my hurt Scared of the future Hope I don't grow I know nobody likes me 'Cause everywhere I go They say NO They say NO They say NO Now I'm older Got a place in the town, babe Got a chin on my shoulder 'N' it keeps growing down 'n' down 'n' down I'm horny 'n' lonely 'N' I wish I was dead Why am I livin'? I wanna be dead instead That's right, I said I wanna be dead instead Now dig this: I wanna be dead In bed Please kill me 'Cause that would thrill me I wanna be dead In bed Please kill me 'Cause that would thrill me (etc, repeat) |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.4 (2001)
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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| from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.1 (2001) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - You Can'T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.5 (2001)
Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV 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 it's gonna change, my friends Is anybody's guess So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll 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' every day Wednesday I watched the riot... I seen the cops out on the street Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff And chokin' in the heat Listened to reports About the whisky passin' 'round Seen the smoke & fire And the market burnin' down Watched while everybody On his street would take a turn To stomp and smash and bash and crash And slash and bust and burn And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll 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' every day Well you can cool it, You can heat it... 'Cause, baby, I don't need it... Take your TV tube and eat it 'N all that phony stuff on sports 'N all the unconfirmed reports You know I watched that rotten box Until my head began 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'll interrupt To bring you news if it comes up They say that if the place blows up They'll be the first to tell Because the boys they got downtown Are workin' hard and doin' swell, And if anybody gets the news Before it hits the street, They say that no one blabs 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 you'll see it all complete So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll 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' every day Hey you know something people I'm not black But there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white Well, I seen the fires burnin' And the local people turnin' On the merchants and the shops Who used to sell their brooms and mops And every other household item Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em And they say it served 'em right Because a few of them are white, And it's the same across the nation Black & white discrimination They're yellin' ";You can't understand me!"; And all the other crap they hand me In the papers and TV 'N all that mass stupidity That seems to grow more every day Each time you hear some nitwit say He wants to go and do you in Because 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 You know we gotta sit around at home And watch this thing begin But I bet there won't be many left To see it really end 'Cause the fire in the street Ain't like the fire in my heart And in the eyes of all these people Don't you know that this could start On any street in any town In any state if any clown Decides that now's the time to fight For some ideal he thinks is right And if a million more agree There ain't no great society As it applies to you and me Our country isn't free And the law refuses to see If all that you can ever be Is just a lousy janitor Unless your uncle owns a store You know that five in every four Just one amount and nothin' more Don't watch the rats go across the floor And make up songs about being poor Blow you harmonica son! |
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from Frank Zappa - Shut Up `N Play Yer Guitar (2001)
(includes parts of the leather conversation)
(Hammersmith Odeon, London February 17, 1979 engineer: Mick Glossop FZ lead guitar Warren Cuccurullo electric sitar Denny Walley rhythm guitar Ike Willis rhythm guitar Tommy Mars keyboards Peter Wolf keyboards Ed Mann percussion Arthur Barrow bass Vinnie Colaiuta drums Terry Bozzio voice Patrick O'Hearn voice) Heh heh heh . . . Bozzio: It's gone . . . O'Hearn: What? Your talent for sucking? Bozzio: I . . . O'Hearn: Never . . . |
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