| [FZ] Well, I have been in you, baby
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| You have been in me
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| And we have be so intimately
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| Entwined, and it sure was fine
|
|
|
| I have been in you, baby
|
| You have been in me
|
| And so, you see, we have be so together
|
| I thought that we would never
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| Return from forever…
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| Return from forever…
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| Return from forever…
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|
|
| You have been in me
|
| And understandably
|
| I have been in an’ outta you
|
| In an’ outta you, in an’ outta yoo-oo-ou
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| An’ everywhere you want me to
|
| In an’ outta yoo-oo-oo-ou
|
| Yes, you know it’s true
|
|
|
| And while I was inside
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| I mighta been undignified
|
| And that is maybe why you cried
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| I don’t know, maybe so
|
| But what’s the difference now?
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|
|
| I have been in you, baby
|
| You have been in me
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| Aw, little girl, there ain’t no time to wash yer stinky hand
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| Go ‘head an’ roll over
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| I’m goin’ in you again
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| In you again…
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| In you again…
|
| In you again…
|
|
|
| I’m goin’ in you again-ahh
|
| In you again-ahh
|
| I’m goin’ in you again-ahh
|
| In you again-ahh
|
| I’m goin’ in you again-ahh
|
| In you again-ahh
|
| In you again-ahh
|
| In you again-ahh
|
|
|
| I’m going in you again, baby
|
| You can go in me too, that’s true
|
| I’m goin’ in you again, baby
|
| An’ later when we get through…
|
|
|
| I’m goin’ in you again-ahh
|
| In you again-ahh
|
| In you again…
|
| I’m goin’ in you again-ahh
|
| In you again…
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| I’m goin’ in you again-ahh
|
| In you again…
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| I’m goin’ in you again-ahh
|
| Flakes! Flakes!
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| Flakes! Flakes!
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|
|
| [FZ] They don’t do no good, they never be workin’
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| When they oughta should, they waste your time
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| They’re wastin’ mine
|
| California’s got the most of them
|
| Boy, they got a host of them
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|
|
| Swear t’God, they got the most
|
| At every business on the coast
|
| Swear t’God, they got the most
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| At every business on the coast
|
| They got the Flakes
|
|
|
| Flakes! Flakes!
|
|
|
| They can’t fix yer brakes, you ask ‘em: “Where’s my motor?”
|
| “Well, it was eaten by snakes…”, you can stab an’ shoot an’ spit
|
| But they won’t be fixin’ it
|
| They’re lyin’ an’ lazy
|
| They can be drivin’ you crazy
|
|
|
| Swear t’God, they got the most
|
| At every business on the coast
|
| Swear t’God, they got the most
|
| At every business on the coast
|
| Take it away, Bob!
|
|
|
| [Adrian Belew] I asked as nice as I could
|
| If my job would
|
| Somehow be finished by Friday
|
| Well, the whole damn weekend came an’ went, Frankie
|
| [FZ] Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?
|
| [Adrian Belew] You know what? They didn’t do nothin’
|
| But they charged me double for Sunday!
|
|
|
| Now, you know, no matter what you do
|
| They gonna cheat an’ rob you
|
| An’ then they’ll give you a bill
|
| An’ it’ll get your senses reelin’
|
| And if you do not pay
|
| They got computer collectors
|
| That’ll get you so crazy
|
| ‘Til your head’ll go through the ceilin’
|
| Yes it will!
|
|
|
| [FZ] I’m a moron an’ this is my wife
|
| She’s frosting a cake with a paper-knife
|
| All what we got here’s American made
|
| It’s a little bit cheesy but it’s nicely displayed
|
|
|
| Well, we don’t get excited when it crumbles an’ breaks
|
| We just get on the phone and call up some Flakes
|
| They rush on over an’ wreck it some more
|
| An’ we are so dumb they’re linin’ up at our door
|
|
|
| [FZ & Adrian Belew] Well, my toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon
|
| The plumber he says: “Never flush a tampoon”
|
| This great information cost me half a week’s pay
|
| And the toilet blew up later on the next day-ay-eee-ay
|
| Yeah ay-eee-ay yeah ay-eee-ay
|
| Yeah ay-eee-ay blew up the next day
|
| Woo-ooo
|
|
|
| One, two, three, four
|
|
|
| [FZ] Flakes! Flakes!
|
| Flakes! Flakes!
|
| Flakes! Flakes!
|
|
|
| One, two, three, four
|
| FLAKES!
|
|
|
| We are millions an’ millions, we’re coming to get you
|
| We’re protected by unions, so don’t let it upset you
|
| Can’t escape the conclusion, it’s probably God’s Will
|
| That civilization will grind to a standstill
|
| And we are the people who will make it all happen
|
| While yer children is sleepin’ yer puppy is crappin’
|
| You might call us Flakes or something else you might coin us
|
| We know you’re so greedy that you’ll probably join us
|
|
|
| We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you
|
| We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you
|
| We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you
|
| We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you
|
| Hey, now, hey!
|
| Hey! Do you know what you are?
|
| You’re an asshole! Asshole!
|
|
|
| Some of you might not agree
|
| ‘Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
|
| But think a while and you will see…
|
|
|
| Broken hearts are for assholes
|
| Broken hearts are for assholes
|
| Are you an asshole?
|
| Broken hearts are for assholes
|
| Are you an asshole too?
|
| Whatcha gonna do, ‘cause you’re an asshole…
|
|
|
| No, no, no, yeah, yeah, yeah, I said, you are an asshole!
|
|
|
| Maybe you think you’re a lonely guy
|
| An’ maybe you think you’re too tough to cry
|
| So you went to the Grape just to give it a try
|
|
|
| And Dagmar
|
| Without a doubt, the ugliest son of a bitch I’ve ever seen in my life
|
| Was his name…
|
| One, two, three, four!
|
|
|
| The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his pancake make-up
|
| And yet he was a beautiful lady
|
| Nearly drove you insane
|
| Let’s talk about leather
|
| And so you kissed a little sailor
|
| Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton Production
|
| Who had just blew in from Spain
|
| “Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf”
|
|
|
| You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel
|
| The tale of a demented bread-boffer
|
| And acted like it was cocaine
|
| Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf
|
| You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko
|
| Then on Tuesday night, Caesar’s back in town
|
| In a way you can’t explain
|
| Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match with Kona
|
|
|
| And so you worked the wall with Michael
|
| Three-hundred and seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite
|
| Which gave your back an awful strain
|
| Volcanic hell
|
| But you came back on Sunday for the Gong Show
|
| Next Thursday, teen town’s finest
|
| But you forgot what I was sayin’…
|
|
|
| ‘Cause you’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
|
| That’s right!
|
| You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
|
| Yes, yes!
|
| You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
|
| That’s right!
|
| You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
|
|
|
| Well, now you been to the Grape, been to the Chest
|
| Now I think you know what you are: you’re an asshole
|
|
|
| You say you can’t live with what you’ve been through
|
| Well, ladies, you can be an asshole too
|
| You might pretend you ain’t got one on the bottom of you
|
|
|
| But don’t fool yerself, girl
|
| It’s lookin’ at you
|
| Don’t fool yerself, girl
|
| It’s winkin’ at you
|
| Don’t fool yerself, girl
|
| It’s blinkin’ at you
|
| That’s why I say…
|
|
|
| I’m gonna ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
|
| Corn hole
|
| Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
|
| Fist fuck
|
| Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
|
| Wrist-watch; Crisco
|
| Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
|
| Pud!
|
|
|
| Don’t fool yerself, girl
|
| It’s goin’ right up yer poop chute
|
| Don’t fool yerself, girl
|
| It’s goin’ right up yer poop chute
|
| Don’t fool yerself, girl
|
| It’s goin’ right up yer poop chute
|
| Ay ay ay ay
|
| Don’t fool yerself, girl
|
| It’s goin’ right up yer poop chute
|
| Ay ay ay ay
|
| Don’t fool yerself, girl
|
| It’s goin’ right up yer poooop chute
|
| Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay
|
| Don’t fool yerself, girl
|
| It’s goin’ right up yer…
|
| Aw, I knew you’d be surprised…
|
| Aw, I knew you’d be surprised…
|
| Aw, I knew you’d be surprised…
|
| One, two, three, four
|
|
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Feelin’ sorry
|
| Feelin’ sad
|
| So many ugly people
|
| I feel bad
|
|
|
| I’m so cute
|
| They’re so homely
|
| Some of them
|
| At home an’ lonely
|
|
|
| Wish they could be
|
| Very cute like me
|
| They will never
|
| Get to be
|
|
|
| Some folks got it
|
| Some folks don’t
|
| Some so ugly
|
| They never won’t
|
|
|
| Everybody see his hair
|
| See his clothes, I’m sure you care
|
| Terry Ted is really sweet
|
| [FZ] Watch the way he keep the beat
|
|
|
| Sweet as honey, he’s a piece of cake
|
| From the ginseng root an’ stuff he take
|
| Vitamin E an’ all the B’s
|
| He’s so cool he’ll make you freeze
|
| Make you freeze
|
| Make you freeze
|
| Excuse me, please
|
|
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Step aside
|
| I’m gonna ride
|
| I’m gonna strut
|
| I’m gonna slide
|
|
|
| Hey, ugly folks
|
| Go get some cyanide
|
| An’ die
|
| DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE
|
|
|
| [FZ] A-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen uh-rennda
|
| A-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen a-rennda-rennda-rahhh
|
| A-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen uh-rennda
|
| A-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen a-rennda-rennda-rahhh
|
| A-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen uh-rennda
|
| A-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen a-rennda-rennda-rahhh
|
| A-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen uh-rennda
|
| A-ren-nen-nen a-ren-nen-nen a-rennda-rennda-rahhh
|
|
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Ugly is bad
|
| And bad is wrong
|
| And wrong is sinful
|
| And sin leads to eternal damnation
|
| An’ hot burnin’ fire
|
| Hot burnin’ fire
|
| Hot burnin’ fire
|
| Hot burnin’ fire
|
| Screams of agony
|
| Screams of agony
|
| Screams of agony
|
| Screams of agony
|
| Arrrrrrghhhh!
|
|
|
| One, two, three, four
|
|
|
| I’m so cute!
|
| I’m so cute!
|
| I’m so cute!
|
| I’m so cute!
|
| Aaaaaah
|
|
|
| I’m so cute!
|
| I’m so cute!
|
| [Repeat]
|
| [Adrian Belew] My baby’s got
|
| Jones crushin’ love
|
| Jones crushin’ love
|
| Jones crushin’ love
|
|
|
| Well, my baby’s got
|
| Jones crushin’ love
|
| Jones crushin’ love
|
| Jones crushin’ love
|
|
|
| She don’t merely fit like a glove
|
| That little girl’s got the jones
|
| That little girl’s got the jones
|
|
|
| She’s tryin’ to
|
| Grind up my jones
|
| Grind up my jones
|
| Grind up my jones
|
|
|
| Well, she’s tryin’ to
|
| Grind up my jones
|
| Grind up my jones
|
| Grind up my jones
|
|
|
| She don’t never wanna leave it alone
|
| She can push, she can shove till it’s just a nub
|
| She can push, she can shove till it’s just a nub
|
| Just a nub
|
| Just a nub
|
|
|
| Here she comes ✄ with her red dress on
|
| Steam shoots out from the sprinklers on the lawn
|
| Eyes be rollin’ on the concrete fawn
|
| The wind can’t blow ‘cause the sky is gone
|
| The wind can’t blow ‘cause the sky is gone
|
| The wind can’t blow ‘cause the sky is gone
|
| The wind can’t blow ‘cause the sky is gone
|
|
|
| Jones crusher, jones crusher
|
| Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
|
| She’s a jones crusher, jones crusher
|
| Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
|
| She’s a… mmmh… ouch!
|
| Hey, look out for them the deadly jaws!
|
| Aw, can you tell it, baby? OOOUUUCH!
|
|
|
| Oh, jones!
|
| [Davey Moire] What ever happened to all the fun in the world?
|
|
|
| [Louis Cuneo] Uh heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!
|
|
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Larry’s not with us any more; he went on, y’know
|
| [Patrick O’Hearn] Yeah
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Yeah, he bit The Big One
|
| [Patrick O’Hearn] Ha-ha-ha!
|
|
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Yeah, he’s got his own little piece of heaven now
|
| [Patrick O’Hearn] Hhh! Ha-ha-ha!
|
| [Patrick O’Hearn] Oh-ooh-h listen to him go
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Wait a minute; we gotta get somethin’ happenin’ here. He’s in there spendin’ thousands of dollars an’ shit… We should make this worthwhile. We should… We should get into something real.
|
| [Patrick O’Hearn] Ho ho!
|
| [Davey Moire] Leather
|
| [Terry Bozzio] No, man, he’s not interested in leather… Shit! That shit’s been fuckin’ rubbed in the ground. Hmmmm, Christ, that’s goin’ on two tours old now… we gotta come up with some new shit…
|
| [FZ] 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 an’ I’m actin’ cool
|
| I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
|
| Let her do all the work an’ 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 son of a bitch
|
| I’m gonna get a good job an’ be real rich
|
| Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job
|
|
|
| Women’s Liberation
|
| Came creepin’ 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 vise, but she left the 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 son of a bitch
|
| Am I a boy or a lady? I don’t know which
|
| I wonder wonder, wonder wonder
|
|
|
| So I went out an’ 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 an’ a friend
|
| Sorta drifted along into S&M
|
| I can take about an hour on the Tower of Power
|
| Along 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 sayin’: “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 goin’ down
|
| And my name is Bobby Brown
|
| Watch me now; I’m goin’ down
|
| And my name is Bobby Brown
|
| Watch me now; I’m goin’ down
|
|
|
| Ha-ha
|
|
|
| [Patrick O’Hearn] Yeah, I knew you’d be surprised…
|
| [Special note by FZ] The bass part is extracted from a four track master which I had Patrick O’Hearn overdub on a medium tempo guitar solo track in 4/4. The notes chosen were more or less specified during the overdub session, and so it was not completely an improvised “bass solo”. The bass track was peeled off the master and transferred to one track of another studio 24 track master for a slow song in 11/4. The result of this experimental re-synchronization (the same technique was used on the “Zoot Allures” album in “Friendly little finger”) is the piece you are listening to. All of the sensitive, interesting interplay between the bass and drums never actually happened. Also note, the guitar solo section of the song “Yo’ mama” was done the same way.
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| [Patrick O’Hearn] Why don’t you take it down to C-sharp, Ernie?
|
| [Notes by FZ] This selection and “Rat tomago” were recorded on a portable four track Scully. The sound quality is not as clear as other parts of the album, but what the fuck…
|
| Baby snakes
|
| [FZ] Late at night is when they come out
|
| Baby snakes
|
| Sure you know what I’m talkin’ about
|
| Pink an’ wet
|
| They make the best kinda pet
|
| Baby…
|
| Baby…
|
| Snakes
|
|
|
| I looked around an’ there’s a couple right near me
|
| Baby snakes
|
| Maybe I think they can probably hear me
|
| Pink an’ wet
|
| I’ll take all I can get
|
| Baby…
|
| Baby…
|
| Baby…
|
| Sna-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-kes
|
| YEAH!
|
|
|
| They live in a ho-ho-ho-ho-hole
|
| Tiny hole
|
| That is usually empty
|
| Usually empty
|
| Tiny too
|
|
|
| They live by a co-co-a-co-a-co-co-a-code
|
| Dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit
|
| That is usually SMPTE
|
| Which stands for
|
| “Society of Motion Picture & Television Engineers”
|
|
|
| But maybe I think
|
| That is what keeps them in sync
|
| They’re wet an’ they’re pink
|
| I think I’ll give ‘em a… give ‘em a… give ‘em a drink
|
|
|
| Baby sna-a-a-a-a-akes
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Hey!
|
| I’m only fourteen, sickly an’ thin
|
| Tried all of my life just to grow me a chin
|
| It popped out once, yeah, but my dad pushed it in
|
| Tell me, why did he hurt me?
|
| Lord, he’s my next of kin…
|
| He’s a mex-i-kin
|
|
|
| I’m lonely an’ green, too small for my shirt
|
| If Simmons was here I could feature my hurt
|
| Scared of the future an’ I hope I don’t grow
|
| Listen, I know nobody likes me
|
| ‘Cause everywhere that I go
|
| They say no
|
| They say no!
|
| They say NO!
|
|
|
| NO!
|
|
|
| They say NO!
|
|
|
| Now I am older, got a place in the town, babe
|
| Got a chin on my shoulder an’ it keeps growing down an’ down an’ down
|
| I’m horny an’ lonely, an’ I wish I was dead
|
| Somebody tell me why am I livin’?
|
| Lord, I wanna be dead instead
|
| That’s right, I said
|
| I wanna be dead instead
|
| Now dig this:
|
|
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| In bed
|
| Please kill me
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
| Get the picture?
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| In bed
|
| Please kill me
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| Yes, I wanna be dead instead
|
| In bed
|
| Please kill me
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
| Be dead in bed, yeah
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| Yes it sure is my name, it’s Terry Ted, Terry Ted
|
| In bed
|
| Please kill me
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
| Kill me
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| Thrill me
|
| In bed
|
| Fill me
|
| Please kill me
|
| With some love
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
| Kill me
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| Thrill me
|
| In bed
|
| Yea-ah-ow!
|
| Please kill me
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
|
|
| One more time for the world! ▶
|
|
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| Yeah-hey!
|
| In bed
|
| I wanna be dead instead
|
| Please kill me
|
| Be dead in bed
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| Love my little girl
|
| In bed
|
| Gimme some head, hey hey hey
|
| Please kill me
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| ‘Cause I’m only fourteen
|
| In bed
|
| Sickly an’ thin
|
| Please kill me
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
| I wanna be dead
|
| Too small for my shirt
|
| In bed
|
| Feature my hurt
|
| Please kill me
|
| Yeah-hey!
|
| ‘Cause that would thrill me
|
| [Adrian Belew] City of tiny lites
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| Don’t you wanna go?
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| Hear the tiny auto horns
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| When they tiny blow
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| Tiny lightnin’
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| In the storm
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| Tiny blankets
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| Keep you warm
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| Tiny pillows
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| Tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies
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| That the peoples eat
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| City of tiny lites
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| Maybe you should know
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| That it’s over there
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| In the tiny dirt somewhere
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| [FZ] You can see it any time
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| When you get the squints
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| From your downers and your wine
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| You’re so big
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| It’s so tiny
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| Every cloud is silver line-y
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| The great escape for all of you
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Adrian Belew] City of tiny lites
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| Don’t you wanna go?
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| Hear the tiny auto horns
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| When they tiny blow
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| Tiny lightnin’
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| In the storm
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| Tiny blankets
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| Keep you warm
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| Tiny pillows
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| Tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies
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| That the peoples eat
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| That the peoples eat
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| That the peoples eats
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| That the peoples eat
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| And it’s over there
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| And it’s over there
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| And it’s over there
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| And it’s over there
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| [FZ] I don’t know much about dancin’, that’s why I got this song
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| One of my legs is shorter than the other ▶ an’ both my feet’s too long
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| ‘Course now right along with ‘em, I got no natural rhythm
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| But I go dancin’ every night, hopin’ one day I might get it right
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I hear that beat, I jump outta my seat, but I can’t compete
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| ‘Cause I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| The disco folks all dressed up like they’s fit to kill
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| I walk on in an’ see ‘em there gonna give them all a thrill
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| When they see me comin’ they all steps aside
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| They has a fit while I commit my social suicide
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| ✄ Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa!
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| I got it all together now with my very own disco clothes, hey!
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| My shirt’s half open, t’show you my chain an’ the spoon for up my nose
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| “I am really somethin’”, that’s what you’d probably say
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| So smoke your little smoke, drink your little drink, while I dance all night away
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| HE’S A… DANCIN’ FOOL
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a FOOL-UH!
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| Hey darlin’… can I buy ya a coupla drinks?
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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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| Lookin’ for Mister Goodbar? Here he is!
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| Wait a minute… I’ve got it… you’re an Italian!
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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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| Hah? You’re Jewish?
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| Oh, love your nails…
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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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| You must be a Libra…
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| Your place or mine?
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| [Patrick O’Hearn] Heh heh heh ye-yes!
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| [FZ] I want a nasty little Jewish princess
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| La-la-la
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| With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses
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| Wee-oo-oo
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| A horny little Jewish princess
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| With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma
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| FAH!
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| Lonely inside
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| Well, she can swallow my pride
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| I need a hairy little Jewish princess
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| La-la-la
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| With a brand new nose
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| Oo-ee-oo
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| Who knows where it goes?
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| I want a steamy little Jewish princess
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| KSSSH!
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| With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums
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| I don’t want no troll
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| I just want a Yemenite hole
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| I want a darling little Jewish princess
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| La-la-la
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| Who don’t know shit about cooking and is arrogant looking
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| Woo-eee-ooo
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| A vicious little Jewish princess
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| To specifically happen with a pee-pee that’s snappin’
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| All up inside
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| I just want a princess to ride
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| Awright, back to the top…
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| Hi-yo, Silver! Away!
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| Everybody twist!
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| I want a funky little Jewish princess
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| La-la-la
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| A grinder, a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper
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| A brazen little Jewish princess
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| HI-YO!
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| With titanic tits
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| WHOAH!
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| And sand-blasted zits
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| She can even be poor
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| So long as she does it with four on the floor
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| Vapor-lock
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| I want a dainty little Jewish princess
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| La-la-la
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| With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters
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| A fragile little Jewish princess
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| HI-YO!
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| With Rumanian thighs, who weasels an’ lies
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| For two or three nights
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| Won’t someone send me a princess who bites?
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| Won’t someone send me a princess who bites?
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| Won’t someone send me a princess who bites?
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| Won’t someone send me a princess who bites?
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| Many well-dressed people in several locations are kissing quite a bit
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| Yea-ah!
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| Later in the evening, leaves will fall, tears will flow, wind will blow, some rain, some snow
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| A fireplace, maybe, a kiss or two, and down they’ll go
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| But that’s the way it goes sometimes
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| That’s the way
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| You just might find yerself in the clutches of some wild love
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| Mama stroked his dinger, daddy got a stinky finger in those days of long ago
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| Yeah-ah!
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| Later in the evening, she’d complain, they’d refrain, he’d go home an’ hone his bone
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| A tragic case, maybe, but also true, I’m sure you know
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| But that’s the way it goes sometimes
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| That’s the way
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| You just might find yourself in the clutches of some wild love
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| Now’days you get dressed up an’ later you get messed up but still you’re pretty hip
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| Yeah-ah!
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| Later in the evening, you’ll explain, she’ll remain, you’re real modern, she’s the same
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| A frantic pace, maybe, but who’s to say where it will go
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Notes by FZ] The basic track for vocal sections and middle of guitar solo were recorded live at the Hammersmith Odeon, London. Guitar solo is from a four track recording made in some little town outside of Nurnberg that I can’t remember the name of.
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| [FZ] Maybe you should stay with yo’ mama
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| Mama!
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| She could do your laundry an’ cook for you
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| Maybe you should stay with yo’ mama
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| Mama!
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| You’re really kinda stupid an’ ugly too
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| WELL
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| Maybe you should stay with yo’ mama
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| She could do your laundry an’ cook for you
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| Maybe you should stay with yo’ mama
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| You’re really kinda stupid an’ ugly too
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| You ain’t really made for bein’ out in the street
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| Ain’t much hope for a fool like you
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| ‘Cause if you play the game, you will get beat
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| Maybe you should stay with yo’ mama
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| Mama!
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| She could do your laundry an’ cook for you
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| Maybe you should stay with yo’ mama
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| Mama!
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| You’re really kinda stupid an’ ugly too
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| AND
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| You should never smoke in pajamas
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| You might start a fire an’ burn yer face
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| Maybe you’ll return to Managua
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| WELL
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| You could go unnoticed in such a place
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| [Instrumental]
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| Maybe you should stay with yo’ mama
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| Mama!
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| She could do your laundry an’ cook for you
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| Maybe you should stay with yo’ mama
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| Mama!
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| You’re really kinda stupid an’ ugly too
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| AND
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| You should never smoke in pajamas
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| You might start a fire an’ burn yer face
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| Maybe you’ll return to Managua
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| You could go unnoticed in such a place
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| You ain’t really made for bein’ out in the street
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| Ain’t much hope for a fool like you
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| ‘Cause if you play the game, you will get beat
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| WELL
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| YO’ MAMA
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| GO ON HOMEWARD
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| YO’ MAMA
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| [FZ] Patrick O’Hearn, Adrian Belew, Tommy Mars, Terry Bozzio, Peter Wolf, Ed Mann!
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| Thanks for coming to the concert, good night!
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 Photo by Lynn Goldsmith.jpg "(Front) Photo by Lynn Goldsmith")
 Photo by Gail Zappa.jpg "(LP inside left) Photo by Gail Zappa")
 Photo by Gail Zappa.jpg "(LP inside right) Photo by Gail Zappa")
 Photo by Lynn Goldsmith.jpg "(LP back) Photo by Lynn Goldsmith")
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