| Libretto foreword by FZ
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| Music has always shown how people think and feel, according to John Tasker Howard. He is probably right. The music of THE MOTHERS speaks of the feelings of what might be described as THE VAST MINORITY. The feelings of the people on the fringe of everything… the ones who don’t care if they’re IN or OUT… don’t care if they’re HIP, HEP, SWINGING or ZORCH. This is the audience THE MOTHERS want to reach… those few who have the power within themselves to cause or motivate social change but have never used it for one reason or another. If you are reading this and understand it (even if you have short hair and watch TV 18 hours a day), it is time that you realized WHO and WHAT YOU ARE. It is time you realized what the words to our songs mean ▶.
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| This album was recorded the week before Thanksgiving, November 1966 in Los Angeles at the Sunset-Highland Studios of TTG Inc., in a series of 4 sessions (about 25 studio hours). It was edited and re-mixed in New York City at the MGM Studios in 5 sessions (about 35 studio hours) the following week. The album was finally released around May 26, 1967… The reason for the delay? Partly because of this libretto. The original plan was to include within the album the words in this brochure. The record company attempted to censor the words and a long involved discussion ensued. We were forced to manufacture this product.
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| The music itself took several years to compose (“America drinks & goes home” was written in 1964… most of the other segments were written before or shortly after “Freak Out!”, our first album, was released in 1966). We hope that this material will help you to enjoy our work on a more personal level.
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Thank you
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Frank Zappa
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for the MOTHERS of Invention
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| Album notes by Mike Raven on UK-67 release
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| Listen to the songs the Mothers teach you. Out of the crawling compost of a heap of rotting plastic flesh the sweet and sour stench of the great American nightmare will steal upon your blind mind’s nose. While shrieking vegetable sounds born of necessity tear through your brain. Leaving their train of shining slime and painfully disturbing images of thought like painted discords electronically projected from the womb-world where the Mothers drift. Excreting comment on the passing show of iridescent rubbish that surrounds their lives. And yours and mine and mine deeper and deeper into the empty cesspits of our souls. Our souls are cheap today but values may be found. Unlooked for in the wreaths of smoke blown through the almost uncorrupted minds of those society rejects. The voice is here for those with ears to hear. The plastic people will hear nothing but a noise.
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| [Notes by FZ on “International Times” - August 31, 1967] The insincere ass holes who run almost everybody’s country are plastic people. References to Sunset Boulevard, Pandora’s Box, CIA, and Laurel Canyon, all relate to the first youth riots in Los Angeles last year.
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| [FZ] Ladies & Gennelmen… the President of the United States!
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| [Ray Collins] Fella Americans
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| DOOT DOOT DOOT… DOOT…
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| [FZ] He’s been sick
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| [Ray Collins] DOO-OO-OOT… DOOT! DOOT!
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| Teet-teet teet-teet teet-teet teet-teet-teet
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| [FZ] And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup
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| [Ray Collins] DOOT DOOT… teet-teet
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] PLASTIC PEOPLE
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| OH BABY, NOW… YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
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| [FZ] (I know it’s hard to defend an unpopular policy every once in a while…)
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] PLASTIC PEOPLE
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| OH BABY, NOW… YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
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| [FZ] (And there’s this guy from the CIA and he’s creeping around Laurel Canyon)
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| ✄ A fine little girl, she waits for me
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| She’s as plastic as she can be
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| She paints her face with plastic goo
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| And wrecks her hair with some shampoo
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] PLASTIC PEOPLE
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| OH BABY, NOW… YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
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| [FZ] (I dunno… sometimes I just get tired of ya, honey… it’s… uh… it’s your hair spray… or something)
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] PLASTIC PEOPLE
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| OH BABY! YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
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| [FZ] (I hear the sound of marching feet… down Sunset Boulevard to Crescent Heights, and there, at Pandora’s Box, we are confronted with… a vast quantity of plastic people)
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| Take a day and walk around
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| Watch the Nazis run your town
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| Then go home and check yourself
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| You think we’re singing ‘bout someone else
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] BUT YOU’RE PLASTIC PEOPLE!
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| [Roy Estrada] WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] OH BABY, NOW… YOU’RE SUCH A DRAG
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| [Roy Estrada] Ooo-ooo-ooo ooo-ooo-ooo ooo-ooo-ooo ooooooooh!
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] ✄ Me see a neon moon above
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| I searched for years, I found no love
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| I’m sure that love will never be
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| A product of plasticity
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| A product of plasticity
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| A product of plasticity
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| [FZ] Plastic! Plastic people!
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| Pla-ha-ha-ha-ha
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| Plastic… people
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| Plastic people oo-oooh oo-ooh
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| Plastic…
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| A prune is a vegetable. No, a prune is not a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable, makes it OK.
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| Plastic people, plastic people, plastic people!
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| Ooo-hoo-hoo ooo-ooh-ooh-ooh hoo-hoo
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| Ooh-ooh ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
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| [Ray Collins] You are. Your foot. Your hair. Your nose. Your arms. You eat. You suck. You love. You are. Your being is… You’re plastic… people… blah, blah, blah, blah… plastic pepples… You drive. You live in. You dream about… You think only of… You eat… You are… pepples… plastic… plastic pepples… Purple prancing. Plastic people. Every pepples…
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| [FZ] Peep-peep pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep
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| [Notes by FZ on “International Times”] It is a surrealistic love song. Euphemistic sexual imagery popular in country blues tunes, with which many of you might already be familiar, is transmuted in this particular piece from the basic “… me, suck me, till my eyes roll back baby” to “prune me, cheese me, go-kart…” or something like that. This song is very strange.
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| [Ray Collins] A moonbeam through the prune, in June
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| Reveals your chest
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| I see your lovely beans
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| And in that magic go-kart ▶
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| I bite your neck
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| The cheese I have for you, my dear
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| Is real
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| And very new!
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| A moonbeam through the prune, in June
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| Reveals your chest
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| I see your lovely beans
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| And in that magic go-kart
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| I bite your neck
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| The love I have for you, my dear
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| Is real
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| And very new!
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| [FZ] Doh-doh-doh doh-doh
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| [Ray Collins] Prune!
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| [FZ] Pah-da-dahhh!
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| [Ray Collins] If it is a real prune…
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| [FZ] Pah-da-dahhh!
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| [Ray Collins] KNOWS NO CHEESE…
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| [FZ] Chunka chunk chunka chunka chunka chunka chunk
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| [Ray Collins] AND STANDS…
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| [FZ] Oh no-o-o-o!
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| [Ray Collins] TALLER & STRONGER THAN ANY TREE OR BUSH!
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| AND I KNOW
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| THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU
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| WILL GROW & GROW & GROW, I THINK
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| AND SO MY LOVE
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| I OFFER YOU
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| A LOVE THAT IS STRONG
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| A PRUNE THAT IS TRUE!
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| [Notes by FZ] The dashing duke is on his way home from a football game when he tries to make it with some cheerleaders who beat him in the face & armpits near the parking lot which leads to amnesia.
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| [Ray Collins] LA LA LALA LA LA LALALA LAH LAH LAH LA LA LA LA LA LA OOOOOOOOH!
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| [FZ] Chunka chunka chunka
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| [Ray Collins] LA LALA LA LA
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| [Ray Collins] My darling… you mean so very much to me!
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| I love you so deeply…
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| It just makes me…
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| [Ray Collins] LA LA LALA LA LA LALALA LAH LAH LAH LA LA LA LA LA LA OOOOOOOOH!
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| [FZ] Chunka chunka chunka
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| [Ray Collins] LA LALA LA LA
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| [FZ] Duke, duke, duke, duke of prunes, prunes
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| [Ray Collins] I hardly recognize you, darling, oh… I’ll never forget you, darling…
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| [FZ] Prunes, duke of prunes, prunes, prunes
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| [Ray Collins] Oh, I suppose I will forget you eventually… in fact, I’ve already forgotten you…
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| [FZ] Duke of prunes, prunes, prunes
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| [Ray Collins] What is your name? Nice to see you again!
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| [FZ] ✄ And you’ll be my douchess
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| My douchess of prunes
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| [Ray Collins] A moonbeam through the prune, in June
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| Reveals your chest
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| I see your lovely beans
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| And in that magic go-kart ▶
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| I bite your neck
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| The cheese I have for you, my dear
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| Is real
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| And very new!
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| [FZ] NEW CHEESE!
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| [Ray Collins] Prunes!
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| [FZ & Roy Estrada] Pah-da-dahhh!
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| [Ray Collins] If they are fresh prunes…
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| [FZ & Roy Estrada] Pah-da-dahhh!
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| [Ray Collins] Know no cheese!
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| [FZ] Chunka chunka chinky chunky stinky stanky
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| [Ray Collins] And they just lie there
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| Drowning & sickening and it’s just… I dunno
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| Oh-h-h-h-h!
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| And I know, I think
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| The love I have for you
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| Will never end
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| Well, maybe
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| [FZ] Whah!
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| [Ray Collins] And so my love
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| [FZ] I offer you
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| [Ray Collins] A LOVE THAT IS STRONG
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| A PRUNE THAT IS TRUE!
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| [Roy Estrada] Ha ha!
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| [FZ] This is the exciting part…
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| [Ray Collins] It’s like the Supremes…
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| [FZ] See the way it builds up
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| [Ray Collins] BABY, BABY
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| D’ya feel it?
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| BABY, BABY
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| MY PRUNE IS YOURS, MY LOVE
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| MY CHEESE FOR YOU
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| [FZ] ✄ MY BABY PRUNE
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| MY BABY PRUNE
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| I DO LIKE YOU
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| MY BABY CHEESE
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| [Ray Collins] YOU KNOW I DO
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| MY DEAR
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| I LOVE YOU
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| OH, CHEESY FAT
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| OH, CHEESY FAT
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| OH, CHEESY FAT
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| OH, BABY FAT
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| OH, CHEESY FAT
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| OH, ✄ BABY BLUE
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| Cheesy, cheesy!
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| [Notes by FZ on “International Times”] The best clue to this song might lie in the fact that people who are inactive in a society… people who do not live up to their responsibilities are vegetables. I feel that these people, even if they are inactive, apathetic or unconcerned at this point, can be motivated toward a more useful sort of existence. I believe that if you call any vegetable it will respond to you.
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| [FZ] (This is a song about vegetables… they keep you regular; they’re real good for ya)
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| [Ray Collins] Call any vegetable
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| [FZ] Call any vegetable
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| [Ray Collins] Call it by name
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| [FZ] Call any vegetable
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| [Ray Collins] Call one today
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| [FZ] Call any vegetable
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| [Ray Collins] When you get off the train
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| [FZ] Call any vegetable
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| [Ray Collins] Call any vegetable
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| And the chances are good
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| Ooooh, the vegetable will respond to you
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| [FZ] (Some people don’t go for prunes… I dunno… I’ve always found that if they…)
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| [Ray Collins] Call any vegetable
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| [FZ] Call any vegetable
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| [Ray Collins] Pick up your phone
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| [FZ] Call any vegetable
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| [Ray Collins] Think of a vegetable
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| [FZ] Call any vegetable
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| [Ray Collins] Lonely at home
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| [FZ] Call any vegetable
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| [Ray Collins] Call any vegetable
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| And the chances are good
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| That a vegetable will respond to you-hoooo
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA…
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| RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA…
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| RUTA-BAYYYYY…
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| [FZ] (A prune isn’t really a vegetable ▶. Cabbage is a vegetable)
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| [Ray Collins] No one will know if you don’t want to let ‘em know
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] No one will know ‘less it’s you that might tell ‘em so
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| [Ray Collins] Call and they’ll come to you covered with dew
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] Vegetables dream of responding to you
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| [Ray Collins] Standing there shiny & proud by your side
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] Holding your hand while the neighbors decide
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| Why is a vegetable something to hide?
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| [Notes by FZ] A young pumpkin sacrifices herself dancing crazy and sweats: wiping it on the desk leading to amnesia.
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| [FZ] A lot of people don’t bother about their friends in the vegetable kingdom. They think: “Ah, what can I say? What can a person like myself say to a vegetable?” But the answer is simple, my friends… just call… and tell them how you feel… about muffins, pumpkins, wax paper, Caledonia, mahoganies, elbows and green things in general…
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| And soon: a new rapport! You and your new little green & yellow buddies… grooving together! Oh no! Maintaining your coolness ▶ together! Worshipping together in the church of your choice!
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| Only in America!
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| Woh-oh-oh-ah-agh-h
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| Call any vegetable
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| Call it by name
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| You gotta call one today
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| When you get off the train
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| Call any vegetable
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| And the chances are good
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| AR-R-H-R, that the vegetable will respond to you
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| Oh no! Can you see them responding?
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| The pumpkin is breathing hard:
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| HUFFA PUFFA HUFFA PUFFA HUFFA PUFFA HUFFA PUFFA
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| What a pumpkin…
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| [Notes by FZ on “Mystery Disc”] From the same TTG session. Neither version has appeared as part of MOI albums.
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| She was my steady date until she put on weight
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| She used to knock me out, until her face broke out
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| Ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma Emma!
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| Ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma Emma!
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| Sock it to me!
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
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| Uh-huh oh yeah
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| She used to knock me out, until her face broke out
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| My love…
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| [Notes by FZ on “Mystery Disc”] This song was written in 1962 and recorded in a primitive version at “Studio Z”. This version was recorded at TTG in Hollywood about the same time as “Absolutely Free”.
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| You got me pulled up tight
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| You got me beggin’ on my knees
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| You got me beggin’ on my knees
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| You got me beggin’ on my knees sayin’: “Baby, please, come back to me”
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| You’re tryin’ to wreck my life
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| I know you’re tryin’ to wreck my life
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| I know you’re tryin’ to wreck my life and all I wanted was a wife
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| I know you’re tryin’ to wreck my life
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| Now, what you tryin’ to do?
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| Now, what you tryin’ to do?
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| Now, what you tryin’ to do? I’ve been true to you
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| Now, what you tryin’ to do?
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| [Instrumental]
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| You got me pulled up tight
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| But, baby, ✄ I think I love you
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| But, baby, I think I love you
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| Baby!
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| Why don’tcha do me right? I wanna boogie all night
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| Why don’tcha do me right?
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| [Notes by FZ on “International Times”] On this side of the album there are two versions of this set of lyrics. This version which opens side two is in effect an abstraction (in advance of) the set of lyrics which close side two ▲. The opening lines of “1-2-buckle my shoe” and “doopie doopie” are derived from a tune called ♫ “My little red book”.
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| [FZ] 1-2-buckle my shoe…
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| [Ray Collins] Da-doop doop doop doop doop doo-da-doop
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] Da-doop doop doop doop doop doop doop
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| Da-doopy doopy doopy doopy diddly doopy
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| [FZ] Oh no! Oh no-o!
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| [Ray Collins] I tried to find how my heart could be so blind
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| (Wanna buy some pencils?)
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| Dear, how could I be fooled just like the rest?
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| You came on strong with your fast car and your class ring
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| Sad eyes & your bran flakes, I fell for the whole thing
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| I don’t regret having met up with a girl
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| Who breaks hearts like they were nothing at all
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| (Here’s one for mother!)
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| I’ve done it too and I know just what it feels like…
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| There follows a magnificent orchestral ejaculation during which a few of you might fancy a peanut butter & jelly sandwich… THEN:
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| [Notes by FZ on “International Times”] It is a song about young acne America and their daily trials and tribulations. It is unfortunate that many young Americans really do worry about losing status at their high-school. DeMolay is a religious youth organization in the United States. A Pom Pom Girl is a young lady who cuts strips of crepe paper all week long after school to make an object known as a pom pom, which is a puffy ball composed of strips of crepe paper. After she has manufactured her own pom pom, she will go to the football game and jump high in the air with her pom pom in her hand shouting, as she does so, these immortal words: “We’ve got a team that’s on the beam, that’s really hep to the jive. Come on tigers, let’s skin ‘em alive” ▶. Or: “Push ‘em back, push ‘em back. We like it, sissboombah”. Then they drink beer and get pregnant in the back of somebody’s car.
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| [Mothers] Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oo-oo
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| Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oo-oo
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| Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
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| Ah-ah wa wa wa wa wa wa wah
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] I’m losin’ status at the high-school
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| I used to think that it was my school…
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| Bow wow wow wow
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| I was the king of every school activity
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| But that’s no more… oh mama, what will come of me?
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| The other night we painted posters
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| They played some records by the Coasters
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| Bow wow wow wow
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| A bunch of pompom girls looked down their nose at me
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| They had painted tons of posters; I had painted three
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| I hear the secret whispers everywhere I go
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| My school spirit ▶ is at an all-time low…
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| Bla-a-a-a!
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| Rockin’ sax solo… swingin’ groovy guitar solo with group mumblings & clean fun… orgasmic ensemble statement… This whole section is very ZORCH & Solid Jackson… THEN: THE REST OF THE SONG.
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] I’m losing status at the high-school
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| I used to think that it was my school…
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| Bow wow wow wow
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| Everyone in town knows I’m a handsome football star
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| I sing & dance & spray my hair & drive a shiny car
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| I’m friendly & I’m charming… I belong to DeMolay ▶
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| I’m gonna try like mad to get my status back today!
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| Status back baby
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| Status back baby
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| Status back baby
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| Status back baby
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| [Notes by FZ on “International Times”] It is a song about ugly toys and the people who make them. Implied here is the possibility that the people who buy the ugly toys might be as ugly as the toys themselves.
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| [Ray Collins] ✄ I’m dreaming…
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| [FZ] Oh no-o-o!
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| [FZ] There’s a bomb to blow your mommy up, a bomb for your daddy too
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| [Ray Collins] Ouch!
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| [FZ] A baby doll that burps & pees, a case of airplane glue
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| [Jimmy Carl Black & Roy Estrada] A hungry plastic troll
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| [Ray Collins] To scarf your buddy’s arm
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| [FZ] A box of ugly plastic things marked
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| [Mothers] “UNCLE BERNIE’S FARM”!
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| [FZ] There’s a little plastic Congress, there’s a nation you can buy
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| [Ray Collins] (I’ll take two)
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| [FZ] There’s a doll that looks like mommy, she’ll do anything but cry
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| [Ray Collins] (I seen her)
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| [FZ] There’s a doll that looks like daddy
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| [Mothers] He’s a funny little man
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| [FZ] Push a button & ask for money
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| [Mothers] There’s a dollar in his hand
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| [Ray Collins] (Check his wallet)
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| [Mothers] We gotta send Santa Claus back to the Rescue Mission
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| Christmas don’t make it no more
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| Don’t you know that murder & destruction scream the toys in every store?
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| [FZ] (Think this’ll sell in New York?)
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| [FZ] There’s a man who runs the country, there’s a man who tried to think
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| And they’re all made out of plastic, when they melt they start to stink
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| There’s a book with smiling children
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| [Mothers] Nearly dead with Christmas joys!
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| [FZ] And smiling in his office
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| [Mothers] Is the creep who makes the toys…
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| [FZ] (We got this car: when it hits the wall you see the guy dying… you got the little plastic puddles of blood that you put up on the car…)
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| [Ray Collins] I’M DREAMING…
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| MUMBLING FREE ASSOCIATION
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| [Ray Collins] And his intestines… You have plastic intestines you can stuff back into his stomach…
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| [FZ] There’s this other thing, I’ve got bombs, I’ve got rockets, I’ve got a… I’ve got a Stilson wrench & plastic brass knuckles
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| [Ray Collins] And it comes with a tape recorder with sound effects… screaming and crying
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| [FZ] We got a ‘39 Chevy…
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| [Notes by FZ on “International Times”] It is a stirring saga of a young groupie. Her actions are all motivated by a desire to be “in” at all times. Hence the drug abuse (blowing her mind on too much Kool-Aid: acid) … stealing her boyfriend’s stash: a hidden supply of drugs… and leaving Los Angeles for a protest march in Berkeley.
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] Suzy Creamcheese ▶, oh mama, now… what’s got into ya? ▶
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| Suzy, you were such a sweetie
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Once you were my one & only
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Blew your mind on too much Kool-Aid
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Took my stash & left me lonely
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Suzy Creamcheese, oh baby, now… what’s got into ya?
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| Yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah
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| Suzy Creamcheese, oh mama, now… what’s got into ya?
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| Got to find my Suzy Creamcheese
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Think I’ll go and start my car
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Really dig her: she’s so freaky
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Heard the heat knows where you are
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Suzy Creamcheese, oh baby, now… what’s got into ya?
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| Yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah
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| Suzy Creamcheese, oh mama, now… what’s got into ya?
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| Cruised the Strip & went to Canter’s
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Suzy Creamcheese, please come home
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Vito says she split for Berkeley
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Protest marching styrofoam
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Suzy Creamcheese, oh baby, now… what’s got into ya?
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| Yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah
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| Suzy Creamcheese, oh mama, now… what’s got into ya?
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| [Notes by FZ on “International Times”] It is a song about the people who run the government, the people who make the laws that keep you from living the kind of life you know you should lead. These unfortunate people manufacture inequitable laws and ordinances, perhaps unaware of the fact that the restrictions they place on the young people in a society are a result of their own hidden sexual frustrations. Dirty old men have no business running your country.
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| [Mothers] Brown shoes don’t make it
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| Brown shoes don’t make it
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| Quit school, why fake it?
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| Brown shoes don’t make it…
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| [Ray Collins] TV dinner ▶ by the pool
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| [Roy Estrada] Watch your brother grow a beard
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Got another year of school
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| [Ray Collins] You’re OK, he’s too weird
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] Be a plumber
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| He’s a bummer
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| He’s a bummer
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| Every summer
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| [Ray Collins] Be a loyal plastic robot for a world that doesn’t care…
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| [FZ] Smile at every ugly
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| [Ray Collins] Shine on your shoes & cut your hair
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| [FZ] Be a joik and go t’woik
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| Be a joik and go t’woik
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| Be a joik and go t’woik
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| Be a joik and go t’woik
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| Do your job & do it right
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| Life’s a ball
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| TV tonight…
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| [FZ & Ray Collins] Do you love it?
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| Do you hate it?
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| There it is… the way you made it…
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| YARRRRRRRRRRRGH-H-H!
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| [FZ & Ray Collins & Roy Estrada] A world of secret hungers
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| Perverting the men who make your laws
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| Every desire is hidden away
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| [FZ] In a drawer… in a desk by a Naugahyde chair
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| On a rug where they walk and drool past the girls in the office
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| [Ray Collins] Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| [FZ] We see in the back of the City Hall mind
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| The dream of a girl about thirteen
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| OFF with her clothes and INTO a bed
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| Where she tickles his fancy all night long
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| His wife’s attending an orchid show
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| She squealed for a week to get him to go
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| [FZ & Ray Collins & Roy Estrada] But back in the bed, his teen-age queen
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| [FZ] Is rocking & rolling & acting obscene
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| [Ray Collins] BABY, BABY
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| BABY, BABY
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| And he loves it, he loves it, it curls up his toes
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| She bites his fat neck and it lights up his nose
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| But he cannot be fooled, old City Hall Fred
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| She’s nasty, she’s nasty, she digs it in bed!
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| Do it again and do it some more
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| That does it, by golly, it’s nasty for sure
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| Nasty nasty nasty, nasty nasty nasty
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| [FZ] (Only thirteen and she knows how to nasty…)
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| [FZ & Ray Collins & Roy Estrada] She’s a dirty young mind, corrupted, corroded
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| Well, she’s thirteen today and I hear she gets loaded
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| [FZ] P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
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| P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
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| P-bum
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| [FZ] If she were my daughter, I’d…
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| [Lisa Cohen] What would you do, daddy?
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| [FZ] If she were my daughter, I’d…
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| [Lisa Cohen] What would you do, daddy?
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| [FZ] If she were my daughter, I’d…
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| [Lisa Cohen] What would you do, daddy?
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| [Mothers] Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
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| And strap her on again, oh baby!
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| Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
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| And strap her on again
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| [FZ] She’s a teen-age baby and she turns me on
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| I’d like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn
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| [Mothers] Gonna smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
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| And boogie till the cows come home
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| [Ray Collins] Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
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| [FZ] Gotta meet the Gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] TV dinner ▶ by the pool, I’m so glad I finished school
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| [Mothers] Life is such a ball, I run the world from City Hall!
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| [Notes by FZ on “International Times”] It is an unsubtle parody of adult conduct in neighborhood cocktail lounges in America. The humour is aimed at (1) the type of music your parents like to listen to, (2) the manner in which they like to have it performed (the insincerity of the nightclub crooner in his closing address to the alcoholics at the bar), (3) the manner in which the audience persists in talking above the level of the music while it is being performed (which belies their disrespect as an art and for anyone involved in the performance of music).
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| [Ray Collins] Is a special request… hope you’ll enjoy it
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| I tried to find how my heart could be so blind
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| Dear, how could I be fooled just like the rest?
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| You came on strong with your fast car and your class ring
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| Soft voice and your sad eyes, I fell for the whole thing
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| I don’t regret having met up with a girl
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| Who breaks hearts like they were nothing at all
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| I’ve done it too, now I know just what it feels like
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| And (just like I said) there’s no regrets
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| Well, it’s about time to close…
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| I hope you’ve had as much fun as we have
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| Don’t forget the jam session Sunday…
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| Mandy Tension will be by
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| Playing his xylophone troupe
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| It’s really been a lot of fun
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| Monday night is the Dance Contest Night:
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| The Twist Contest…
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| We’re gonna give away peanut butter & jelly & baloney samwiches for all of ya
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| It really has been fun
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| I hope we’ve played your requests…
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| The songs you like to hear…
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| Last call for alcohol
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| Drink it up, folks. Wonnerful.
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| Nice to see you, Bob… how’s it goin’?
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| How’s the kids? Wonnerful. Nice to see ya. Yes.
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| Oh, ♫ “Bill Bailey”? Oh… we’ll get to that tomorrow night. Yeah.
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| ♫ “Caravan” (with a drum sola)? ▶ Right. Yeah… we’ll do that.
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| Wonnerful. Nice to see you again. Yeah.
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| La la la la lah-h-h-h!
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| Down at the Pompadour a Go Go
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| La la la la lah-h-h-h!
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| Vo do dee oh pee pee
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| Shoobe doot-n-dah-dah-dah
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| Ya da da-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h!
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| Na nya da da da da dah-h-h-h-h-h!
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| Nite all
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