Lyrics Frank Zappa - Baby, Take Your Teeth Out

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Baby, Take Your Teeth Out

Ike willis (lead vocals)
Bob harris (background vocals)
Thana harris (background vocals)
Ray white (background vocals)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Bobby martin (keyboards)
Ed mann (percussion)
Baby take your teeth out
Try it one time
Baby take your teeth out
Try it one time
Leave 'em on the kitchen table
Baby take your teeth out
It'll be fine
Baby take your teeth out
It'll be fine
There ain't nothin' left to smile about
Baby take your teeth out
You look divine
Baby take your teeth out
You look divine
Go ahead and eat the label
Baby take your teeth out
I will recline
Baby take your teeth out
I will recline
There ain't nothin' left to talk about

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Beauty Knows No Pain

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Beauty Knows No Pain

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David logeman (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)
Ahmet zappa (vocals)
Moon zappa (vocals)
Beauty knows no pain
So what you cryin' about
Girl
Beauty knows no pain
So what you cryin' about
Girl
Beauty knows no
Beauty knows no
Beauty knows no
Even if yer plain
You could be tryin' it out
Girl
Even if yer plain
You could be tryin' it out
Girl
Beauty is no
Beauty is no
Beauty is no
Beauty is a bikini wax 'n waitin' for yer nails to dry
Beauty is colored pencil, scribbled all around yer eye
Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die
Beauty is a
Beauty is a
Beauty is a
Lie
But you don't care if it's a lie
'cause you are such a beautiful guy
Your head is north, your feet is south
And you save the rest for charlie's
Mouth
Your head is north
Your feet is south
And you save the rest for
Charlie's enormous mouth...

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Go Cry On Somebody Else's Shoulder

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Go Cry On Somebody Else's Shoulder

Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin,
tweezers)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)
A year ago today
Was when you went away
But now you come back knockin' on my door
And you say you're back to stay,
But I say...
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
You cheated me baby,
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to set you free
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
A year ago today
You went away
And now you come back crying
Crying, crying: please, let me in
But I don't need you
No I don't love you anymore
So go lean on...go cry on
Somebody else's door
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore (oh, my darling!)
(spoken:)
Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and let the tears fall outa your eye
Let 'em fall on your dress
Who cares if it makes a mess?
I gave you my high school ring
At the root beer stand
We had a teen-age love baby
I thought it was sharp
It was really so grand...but
You cheated me baby
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to get my khakis pressed
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
(spoken:)
Baby, I love you so much, darling
Why don't you dig me?
I dig you
But you don't dig me
I don't understand what it is
I had my car re-upholstered
I got my hair processed
I got a nice pompadour job on it
I bought a new pair of shoes
I got some new khakis and I met you
And we went out to get a coca-cola...

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Agency Man

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Agency Man

Sell us a president, agency man
Smiling Big Brother, stern father perhaps
Sell us a president, agency man
A gay smiling nothing we know never craps

Let's try California,
(Pay us first before we do it!)
We'll get a smilin' nazi
And march him right on through
Rent a baby
Kiss a baby
Ladies in for tea

And here's a bunch of speeches
We'll toss 'em in for free

Sell us a president, agency man
Smiling Big Brother, stern father perhaps
Sell us a president, agency man
A gay smiling nothing we know never craps

We'll sell him in the movies
On the tube throughout the year
We'll sell him by the buckets
To the Okies drinking beer
We'll teach him how to walk and talk
We'll putty up his chin
We'll print his picture everywhere
Of course the schmuck will win

From the heart of old Death Valley
To the ruling of our land
A simple trick, you simple pigs
Just the way we planned

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Brown Moses

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Brown Moses

[Fz synclavier
Chad Wackerman drums]

Brown Moses:

Oh-oh! Wait a minute!
What?

(singing)

What wickedness id this?
De way you's carryin' on!
This pygmy I be clutchin'
Have been lef' out on de lawn!

De daddy were ne-Glij-ible,
De mama were de-Flate-able,
De trauma to de imfunt
Be mostly not ne-Gate-able

Yo' urgin' to be exitin'
Because of dem fla-min-i-go's
Be thoroughly perplexin' him
Because of where yo' petuh goes

If only you been 'siderate
Erbout this lil' illiterate
I wouldna been trudgin' cross de san'
Fum way down yonder in E-gyp-lan'

Dey callin' me brown moses,
Fo' dat id sho'ly what I am,
Ancient an' re-lij-er-mus
Solemn an' pres-tig-i-mus

Wisdom reekin' outa me
'Long wif summa this baby pee
'Minds me of dem River Weeds
'n all dem ignint Bible deeds

Growed up in de Pharoah place,
Lef' de sucker in disgrace!
Some dem boys refuse to loin
Somthin' smokin': Somthin' boin!

Somethin' borry: Somethin' blue!
Best keeps a lil' paper
In yo shoe!
Hear me when I's tellin' you:
Leavin' de midgit were
Wrong T'do!

It's a terr'ble thang, done did to him
Left wit de crab-grass
Over his chin!

Sho'ly one day he will grow,
'n put some shit
In yo' sack o' woe

Ol' brown moses now have spoke!
Could ya lends me 'bout a dollar?
I's a tiny bit broke

I likes my wine
I loves my gin
'n for a lil' collateral,
I'll gives ya him!
A lil' collateral,
I'll gives ya him!
A lil' collateral,
I'll gives ya him!
I said a lil' collateral,
A lil' collateral,
A lil' collateral,
A lil' collateral,
A lil' collateral,
I'll gives ya him!
I'll gives ya him!
Take A pompadour, baby!

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Clowns On Velvet

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Clowns On Velvet

Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish:(contd.)
Thass right, folks! we talkin' de hypocritical jeezis-jerknuh parodise dey
call las vagrus nevadruh!
Quentin done booked in fo some clandestine recreatium wit a semi-deflateable
'woman of easy virtue'...(since dat be 'bouts de onliest kinda bitch be able
to tolerate de muthafucker's hair spray!

Bein' jes' like most de other nasty cocksuckers in de video-religium industry,
quentin know a good thing when he see one, an dis ugly rubber waitress look to
him like a dream come true...special
Nce his tv wife, opal, be in de next room drinkin' jack daniels 'n puttin' de
hurts on some ignint bell-boy.
'ventchlly when all de plookin' 'n trashin' be done wif, de bell-boy (who turn
out to be de illejiminit son o' de video preacher) gwine take a job at a gas
statium in new jersey...an' de blow-up
Why gwine come to life and fall in love wit de junior wimp who's gettin' ready
to appear over in de corner deahhh.
Thing-fish:(contd.)
Les' meet de lil' sucker now, while he's still young...'cause, 'fo y'all knows
it, he be reachin' adulthood and marry some bitch name rhonda ...'n, by dat
time, he gwine become what dey call an
Educated shit-head!

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Hungry Freaks, Daddy

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Hungry Freaks, Daddy

Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin,
tweezers)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)
Mr. america, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. america, walk on by the minds that won't be reached
Mr. america try to hide the emptiness that's you inside
But once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of hungry freaks daddy!
They won't go for no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society
Hungry freaks, daddy!
Mr. america, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. america, walk on by the liquor store supreme
Mr. america try to hide the product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes, and then you cried,
"those hungry freaks, daddy!"
They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Happy Together

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Happy Together

Frank zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
Jim pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don preston (mini-moog)

Say!
Imagine me and you,
I do,
I think about you day and night
It's only right,
To think about the girl you love
And hold her tight,
So happy together
If i should call you up,
Invest a dime
And you say you belong to me,
And ease my mind
Imagine how the world would be,
So very fine,
So happy together
(just like a big rock-show)

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you for all my life
When you're with me, baby,
The skies will be blue for all my life
(everybody sing along like a big rock-show, come on!)
Babababababababababababababa...
One more time!
Babababababababababababababa...

We'd like to thank you very much for comin' to our concert tonight
I know that ah...in a way it's sad that bill graham is closin'
Down the fillmore, but ah, i'm sure he'll get into somethin' better
It's been lovely, workin' for you this evenin'
Good night, good night, good night boys and girls!
Good night, good night boys and girls, good night!

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Don't Eat The Yellow Snow

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Don't Eat The Yellow Snow

Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots 'n around my toe
Frost had bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero

And my mama cried
And my mama cried
Nanook, a-no-no
Nanook, a-no-no
Don't be a naughty Eskimo
Save your money, don't go to the show

Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Charlie's Enormous Mouth

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Charlie's Enormous Mouth

Charlie's enormous mouth, well, it's alright
The girl got a very large mouth but it's alright
Her teeth look ok, she must be brushin' 'em quite a bit
'Course her mouth is extra large and we can only assume as to how she's been
usin' it
Charlie's enormous mouth, well, it's alright
The girl got a very large mouth but it's alright
She got lips all around the hole where she puts her food in, they call it "The
mouth"
They call it "The mouth"
They call it "The mouth"
Which is as good a place as any for a tongue to include in, that's why they
call it "The mouth"
They call it "The mouth"
They call it "The mouth"
(Kinda young, kinda wow)
Charlie's enormous nose, well, it's all white
The girl got a very large nose but it's all white
It once was ok but she been blowin' it quite a bit
'Course her friends are extra large and we can only assume as to how she's
been choosin' it
Charlie's enormous nose, well, it's all white
The girl got a very large nose but it's all white
She got stuff all around the hole where she puts her spoon in, they call it
"The nose"
They call it "The nose"
They call it "The nose"
And when it finally rots away I guess you'd prob'ly drive a truck in, they
used to call it "The nose"
They called it "The nose"
They called it "The nose"
(Kinda young, kinda dead)
Charlie's disgusting brain, well, it's all black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won't come back
She used to convey
But then she took an extra hit
'Course her friends are extra dumb
And they were terribly excited while they watched her doin' it
Charlie's disgusting brain, well it's all black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won't come back
She used to convey but then she took an extra hit
'Cause her friends are extra dumb and they were totally exited while they
watched her doin' it
Charlie's disgusting brain, well it's all black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won't come back
She got dirt all around the hole where they dumped her box in, they call it
"The grave"
They call it "The grave"
They call it "The grave"
Which is as good a place as any for a chump to repose in, that's why they call
it "The grave"
They call it "The grave"
They call it "The grave"

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Beat It With Your Fist

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Beat It With Your Fist

[includes part of the leather conversation]

[Guitar solo from The Torture Never Stops
The Palladium, nyc
October 30, 1980
Engineer: George Douglas

Fz lead guitar
Steve Vai rhythm guitar
Ray White rhythm guitar
Ike Willis rhythm guitar
Tommy Mars keyboards
Bob Harris keyboards
Arthur Barrow bass
Vinnie Colaiuta drums

Terry Bozzio voice
Patrick O'Hearn voice
Davey Moire voice?

People inside the piano from Apostolic Studios, nyc
October, 1967

All-Night John Kilgore voice
Girl (Maxine or Beckie) voice
Louis The Turkey Cuneo voice]

John: Keep on to it. .. Ahm. .. Who's out there Gross Man? I know they're
Gross Men. ..
Girl: No!
Louis: It 'cause. .. All my body! No. .. Honey. .. Boogey-man or something,
nothing's on there, Boogey-man!

O'Hearn: God! Right. .. Well, oh, fuckin'. ..
Bozzio: Beat this fuckin' surfist. ..
Moire?: No way, [gato. ..]
O'Hearn: Yeah, for Christ, beat it with your fist, for Christ. ..

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Dog Breath, In The Year Of The Plague

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Dog Breath, In The Year Of The Plague

[includes music from the World's Greatest Sinner soundtrack]

Ay-Yeah. .. Ay-Yeah. ..
Ay-Yeah. .. Ay-Yeah. ..
La la la la la wee-ooo (Ay!)
La la la la la wee-ooo (Woo-pah!)
Bom-bop-bom bom-bom-pa-paw,.
Bom-bop-bom bom-bom-pa-paw, etc.
La la la la la wee-ooo (Uh-uh-hey!)
La la la la la wee-ooo (Yeah-pah-hey!)
Dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit

Please, hear my plea!

Cucuroo carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
Bongos in the back
My ship of love is
Ready to attack

Primer mi carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
Bongos in the back
My ship of love
Ready to attack
Won't you please hear my plea

Primer mi carucha (Chevy '39)
Got me to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
Bongos in the back
My ship of love
Ready to attack

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Cradle Rock

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Cradle Rock

Rock a bye, Baby,
On the tree-top.
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock.
When the bow breaks,
The cradle will fall.
So down, down, down, down...
Down will come Baby,
Cradle and all.

I gave you my kisses
Right from the start.
I gave you my true love,
For I wasn't smart.
But you took advantage
And broke my heart.
An' down, down, down, down...
Down went my soul
An' you threw away my heart.

Don't make me cry for you.
Don't make me die for you.
I never thought it'd be like this.
But in the end you see,
You took the best of me.
So down with all...
Down came my heart.

You learned to love me
Much too late.
Offered me kisses
I wouldn't take.
When the wind blew,
You saw me fall.
So down, down, down, down
Down will come Baby,
Cradle and all.

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Didja Get Any Onya?

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Didja Get Any Onya?

[includes Charles Ives and The Jelly (only the cd mix)]

Moo-Ahhh
Moo-Ahhh
Moo-Ahhh

Lowell: Years ago in Germany when I was a very small boy, zere was a lot of
people standing around on ze corners asking questions: "Why are you standing
on ze corner, acting ze way you act, looking like you look? WHY DO YOU LOOK
THAT WAY?" And they ask me and I only would say: "I don't . . . I don't know,
I'm just standing 'round ze corner waiting here . . . just in . . . in ze
evening, and . . . and it's so nice outside . . . the night is so nice . . .
why . . . are you just asking these questions . . . "

Didja
Get any
Onya onya onya onya. ..
(Onya. ..)

Moo-Ahhh
Moo-Ahhh
Moo-Ahhh
Moo-Ahhh

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Dog Breath

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Dog Breath

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah!
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah!
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah!
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah!

Primer mi carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
(Fuzzy Dice . . . )
Bongos in the back
My ship of love
(My ship of love . . . )
Is ready to attack

Paint me a carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
(Fuzzy Dice . . . )
Bongos in the back
My ship of love
(My ship of love . . . )
Is ready to attack
Won't you please hear my plea
Won't you please hear my plea
Hear my plea
Hear my plea
Hear my plea
Hear my plea

Yeah!

Hear my plea
Hear my plea
Hear my plea
Hear my plea

Thank you very much! Yeah!

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Harder Than Your Husband

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Harder Than Your Husband

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)
We must say good-bye
There's no need for you to cry
It's better that I tell you this tonight
Our affair has been quite heated
You thought I was what you needed
But the time has come, my darlin'
To set things right, 'cause
I'll be harder than yer husband
To get along with
Harder than yer husband every night
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer husband
An' I don't want our love affair
To end with a fight
You been like a little angel
How you loved me
I appreciate the warmth of your embrace
Well, the world don't need to know
How I adored you
But there's somethin' I must tell you, darlin'
Face to face...
I'll be harder than yer husband
To get along with
Harder than yer husband every night
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer husband
An' I don't want our love affair
To end with a fight
So it's adios, adios, my little darlin'
(adios my little darlin'...)
Gotta go now...
Keep that hankie that I gave you for
When you cry
There are things that trouble me
And I'm sure that you must see
That it breaks my heart the same as yours
When we say good-bye
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer...much, much, much
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer...much, much, much
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer...much, much, much
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer...

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills

Ray collins (lead vocals)
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Roy estrada (bass)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Arthur tripp (drums)
Ian underwood (piano, alto saxophone)
Don preston (piano)
Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine)
Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)
Darling, darling, please hear my plea
God only knows what your loving does to me...
Cheap thrills in the back of my car
Cheap thrills, how fine they are
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now
Cheap thrills all over the seat
Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills, I can't wait another day
Cheap thrills, you gotta try to sneak away
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills set fire to my soul
Cheap thrills, like a story untold about
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills in the back of my car
Cheap thrills, how fine they are
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine
Cheap thrills all over the seat
Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Cheap thrills
Etc. etc. etc.

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Charva

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Charva

Frank zappa (vocals, piano, bass, drums)
Charva, I loved you
I loved you through and through
I loved you since in grammar school
When we were sniffing glue
I loved you purty baby doll
And I don't know what in the world
To do about it
Boppa-bah-boppa-choo-wah
Charva, my darling
The only love I had
I hope you will forgive me dear
For punching out your dad
I loved you, I loved you
And I don't know what in the world
I'm gonna do about it
Ooohh-oh-oooh
Lahm-buh-buhm-buhm
I remember, remember the junior prom
And I remember the time I broke your father's arm
And I remember, remember all the love we shared
Every place and everywhere
Oh charva, charva
I love you more and more
I swear it ain't because your father owns a liquor store
Charva, my baby
I love you and I don't know what to do about it
Oh-oh charva
Ooooohh
Oh-oh charva
Ooooohh
Come back my little darling charva
I love you so much honey
Come back to me charva
Please charva, please come back to me
I miss you so much

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Dong Work For Yuda

Lyrics Frank Zappa - Dong Work For Yuda

Central Scrutinizer:
Hello there... this is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe was sent to a special
prison where they keep all the other criminals from the music business... you
know... the ones who get caught... it's a horrible place, painted all green on
the inside, where musicians and former executives take turns snorting
detergent and plooking each other...

... Anyway, listen, while he's in there he meets this guy who used to be a
promo man for a major record company, named Bald-Headed John . . . King of the
Plookers . . .

Father Riley B. Jones:
This is the story 'bout
Bald-Headed John

Former Execs:
Dong work for Yuda,
Dong, Dong

Father Riley B. Jones:
He talks a lot 'n it's usually wrong

Former Execs:
Dong work for Yuda,
Dong, Dong

Father Riley B. Jones:
He said Dong was Wong,
'N Wong was Kong
'N Dong work for Yuda,
'N John was wrong

Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Dong work for Yuda
Dong, Dong
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
He said Dong was Wong
And Wong was Kong
And Dong was Gong
'N John was wrong

Father Riley B. Jones:
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
John's got a sausage that will make you fart
John's got a sausage that will break your heart
Make you fart
And break your heart
Don't bend over if you are smart
He took a little walk to the weenie stand
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
A great big weenie in both his hands
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
He sucked on the end 'til the mustard squirt
He said, "Ya'll stand back 'cause you might get hurt"

Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
John's got a sausage
Yeh man

Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
He said Dong was Wong
Wong was Kong
Kong was Gong
'N John was wrong

Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

Bald-Headed John:
Make way for the iron shaschige

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Bald-Headed John:
I need a dozen towels so the boys can take a shower

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Bald-Headed John:
Bartender, bring me a colada and milk

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Bald-Headed John:
On second thought, make that a water . . .
HtO

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Bald-Headed John:
Falcum . . .
Take me to the falcum!

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Bald-Headed John:
I wave my bags
Did you wave your'n

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Bald-Headed John:
Well how much did they wave?

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Bald-Headed John:
Ah'm almost two kilometers tall

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Bald-Headed John:
This girl must be praketing richcraft

Former Execs:
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Bald-Headed John:
Don't worry about the faggot
I'll take care of the faggot

Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

Try it again,
Try it again
Try, try, try again . . .
etc., etc., etc.

Bald-Headed John:
Your Pomona is very extinct . . .
Yeah, I studied with the Dong of Tokyo
'N also with the oriental Kato . . .
My body contain uh water
I just loves the way these Copenhagens talks!
Driver, McDoodle . . .
Sausage
Salima
Salami
That looks like that stuff Freckles lets out
Once a mumfth . . .

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . . Poor Joe. He's getting tired from
bending over . . . but we tried to warn him . . . didn't we? Okay, Joe . . .
you asked for it . . . here comes The Big One . . .

Lyrics Frank Zappa - For The Young Sophisticate

Lyrics Frank Zappa - For The Young Sophisticate

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)
Baby baby why you cryin'
Feeling sorry what she said
Put down the rag, I told her then
Don't wanna hear you cry again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
You know she went to see the doctor
And then she read a magazine
Forget that book, I told her then
Don't wanna hear about the book again
Dear heart, dear heart
Work out, vinnie
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
I thought you were in love, vinnie
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
There was a picture on the story
That showed a young sophisticator
Who falls in love three pages later
With some aggressive agitator
And by and by he comes to hate her
'cause she don't shave her underarms
And he can't go for that
'cause he's a young sophisticator
Baby baby why you cryin'
It made me wonder what she said
Forget that book I told her then
Don't wanna hear 'bout the book again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
How you doin', vinnie?
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Would you still love me if my hair grew
All down the side of my kimono
Well of course I would, it might be hip
If it did not cause you to trip
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a bad aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a cheap aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radia-iate, or radia-ia-ia-iate a butzis aroma
Ha ha ha ha ha ha