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frank zappa - bobby brown goes down
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp and I'm actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
I'll let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her
Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch
I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich
Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job...
Women's Liberation
Came creepin' all across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left my dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick
Oh God I am the American dream,
But now I smell like Vaseline
An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady...I don't know which
I wonder...wonder...wonder...wonder...
So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me 'n' a friend
Sorta drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'Long as I gets a little golden shower
Oh God I am the American Dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights saying "Thank you Fred"
Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic!
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm going down
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm going down
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm going down
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm going down
I knew you'd be surprised...
frank zappa - blessed relief
frank zappa - the duke of prunes
A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new
A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The love I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new
Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
If it is a real prune Knows no cheese
*(Cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)*
And stands *(Oh no!)*
Taller, stronger than any tree *(or bush)*
And I know the love I have for you
Will grow, and grow, and grow, I think
And so my love I offer you
A love that is strong, A prune that is true
frank zappa - carolina hard-core ecstasy
I could'a swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton-Bradley crayon
But she was something I could lay on
Can't remember what became of me
Carolina hard-core ecstasy
She put a Doobie Brothers tape on
(lalalalalaa la)
I had a Roger Daltrey cape on
(a Roger Daltrey cape on)
There was a bed I dumped her shape on
Can't remember what became of me
Carolina hard-core ecstasy
Somewhat later on, I woke up and she was gone
There was dew out on the lawn
In the sunrise
Later she came back, with a rumpled paper sack
Which she told me would contain
A surprize
She stuck her hand right in and to the bottom
Said she knew I'd be surprized she got 'em
Take a Charleston PIMP! to spot 'em
Then she gave a pair of shoes to me
Plastic leather fourteen triple D
I said I wonder what's the shoes for
She told me "Don't you worry no more"
And got right down there on the tile floor
"Now darling stomp all over me"
Carolina Hard-core ecstasy
Is this something new?
Having people stomp on you?
Is it what I need to do for your pleasure?
(Pleasure is all I need)
What is this a quiz?
Don't you worry what it is.
It is merely just a moment I can treasure
By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered
She couldn't talk cuz' her mouth had been extendered
It looked to me as though she had been blendered
What was this abject misery?
Carolina Hard-core ecstasy
[guitar solo]
What was this abject misery?
Carolina Hard-core ecstasy
What was this abject misery?
Carolina Hard-core ecstasy
It might seem strange to Herb and Dee
Carolina Hard-core ecstasy
frank zappa - saliva can only take so much
frank zappa - planet of the baritone women
On the plane of the baritone women
They talk low
'bout stuff they know,
They sing "oooh!"
And laugh at you
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
If you can't
If you can't
Do it too
Do it too
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
They sing "li-li-li-li!"
They sing "lo-lo-lo-lo!"
The man carry purses
Wherever they go
Junior executives.
All in a row,
Watch the baritone women
Do the baritone show
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
They sing about wheat;
They sing about corn;
They sing about places
Where women was born
They sing about hate!
They sing about fear!
It seems like they all got
A pretty good ear
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
They sing it in harmony
Not often heard
With a big ol' cadenza
On every long word
They keep it as low
As they possibly can,
And sometimes they walk
Like an e-gyp-tian
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
They do choreography
Still more unique!
They leave their legs open
Whenever they speak!
They roll their eyes upward.
And over again,
And slam their legs closed
When they sing about mmen!
Those baritone women!
They are not your friend!
You will make a mistake
If you go there again!
frank zappa - apostrophe
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)
Tony Duran (rhythm guitar)
(Instrumental)
frank zappa - what kind of girl do you think we are
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like this?
I left my place after midnight
And i came to this hall
Me and my girlfriend, wecame here
Lookin' to ball
You came to the right place
This is it
This is the swingin-est place
In new york city
(chorus line) no shit!
How true it is
Me and my girlfriend, we come here
Every night looking for that
Hot romance we need
We like to get it on --
Do you like to get it on, too?
Well now, what did you have in mind?
Okay: well i get off bein' juked
With a baby octopus
An spewed upon with cream corn! aah... unh!
An' my girlfriend, she digs it
With a hot yoohoo bottle
While somebody's screamin':
Corks 'n' safeties
Pigs 'n' donkeys
Alice cooper's gonna ... aaaaaah!
Well, it gets me so hot
I could scream
(chorus line) alice cooper, alice cooper! yaaaah!
Alice cooper, alice cooper! yaaaah!
You two chicks sound real far aout and groovy
Ever been to a holiday inn?
Mna-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa...
Magic fingers in the bed (picture it!)
Wall-mounted tv screen:
Coffee-wost plugged into the bathroom wall
Formica's really keen!
(chorus line) what kind of girl do you think we are?
What kind of girl do you think we are?
Don't call us groupies
That is going too far
We wouldn't ball you
Just because you're a star
These girls wouldn't let just anybody
Spew on their vital parts
They want a guy from a group with a
Big hit single in the charts
Funny you should mention it:
Our new single just made the charts this week
With a bullet! with a bullet!
Lust let me put a little more
Rancid budweiser on my beard right now, baby
And you can show me how a young girl such as you
Might be thrilled and overwhelmed by me...
What hotel did you say you are staying at?
Wanna split right away?
Not so fast, you sillt boy... there's one thing i gotta say:
(chorus line) we want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
We want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
We want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
We want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
And if his dick is a monster
If his dick is a monster
If his dick is a monster
We will give him our hearts...
Hold it! please hold it!
My god, madge... you voluptuous new york city slit...
Why did'nt you tell me before?
It was so hard to tell with your little blousey-poo on,
But.. now that i see you... i would have helped...
I didn't know you were so obviously.. pregnant...
frank zappa - questi cazzi di piccione
frank zappa - call any vegetable
(Cheesey, Cheesey)
(This is a song about vegetables, they keep ya regular
They're real good for yo)
Call any vegetable Call it by name
Call one today When you get off the train
Call any vegetable And the chances are good
Aw, The vegetable will respond to you
(Some people don't go for prunes...I
don't know, I've always found that if they...)
Call any vegetable Pick up your phone
Think of a vegetable Lonely at home
Call any vegetable And the chances are good
That a vegetable will *respond* to you
Rutabaga, Rutabaga,
Rutabaga, Rutabaga,
Rutabay-y-y-y...
(A prune isn't really a vegetable...
CABBAGE is a vegetable...)
No one will know
If you don't want to let them know
No one will know
'Less it's you that might tell them so
Call and they'll come to you
Covered with dew
Vegetables dream, Of responding to you
Standing there shiny and proud by your side
Holding your hand while the neighbors decide
Why is a vegetable something to hide?
Invocation And Ritual Dance of The Young Pumpkins
frank zappa - the chrome plated megaphone of destiny
frank zappa - the black page
Frank Zappa (lead guitar)
Ike Willis (guitar)
Ray White (guitar)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone)
Alan Zavod (keyboards)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
(Instrumental)
frank zappa - duke of prunes
A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new
A moon beam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The love I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new
Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
If it is a real prune Knows no cheese
*(Cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)*
And stands *(Oh no!)*
Taller, stronger than any tree *(or bush)*
And I know the love I have for you
Will grow, and grow, and grow, I think
And so my love I offer you
A love that is strong, A prune that is true
frank zappa - disco boy
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders,
'cause some dandruff might be hiding there.
Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the
disco thing made you think someday that you
just might go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a
disco boy, to treat you right.
He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight.
Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb.
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're
playing with it while you're standing there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl
who's really right, gonna fall for your line,
and feed you a box full of chicken delight.
Disco chit-chat so demure,
pump that booty all across the floor.
A disco drink, a disco wink,
you never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
Duty. Go duty!
Duty. Go duty!
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
You never duty. Go duty.
Duty. You never duty.
Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again.
Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's
leaving with your friend.
Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and
try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow.
Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you
still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll
blot out your disco sorrow.
It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.
It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.
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