(Front) Photo by John Williams

Live at Armadillo World Headquarters, Austin, TX - May 20-21, 1975

Bongo fury

 

  1 Debra Kadabra
  2 Carolina hard-core ecstasy
  3 Sam with the showing scalp flat top [Don Van Vliet]
  4 Poofter’s froth Wyoming plans ahead
  5 200 years old
  6 Cucamonga
  7 Advance romance
  8 Man with the woman head [Don Van Vliet]
  9 Muffin man

 

All compositions by Frank Zappa, except as noted above.


Album notes by FZ
LIVE IN CONCERT AT ARMADILLO WORLD HEADQUARTERS
AUSTIN, TEXAS
MAY 20th & 21st, 1975
Plus Selected Studio Wonderment

1. Debra Kadabra


[Don Van Vliet] Debra Kadabra
Say she’s a witch
Shit-ass Charlotte!
Ain’t that a bitch?
Debra Kadabra
Haw, that’s rich!
Ione, a rancho granny
Shook her wrinkled fanny
 
Shoes are too tight and pointed
Shoes are too tight and pointed
Ankles sorta puffin’ out
Cause me to shout
 
Oh Debra Algebra Ebneezra Kadabra!
Witch Goddess, witch Goddess of Lankershim Boulevard!
Cover my entire body with Avon cologna
And drive me to some relative’s house in East L.A.
Wooden dog!
(Just till my skin clears up)
 
Turn it to Channel 13
And make me watch the rubber tongue when it comes out
From the puffed and flabulent Mexican rubber-goods mask
Next time they show the Brnokka
Make me buy the flosser
Make me grow Brainiac fingers
(But with more hair)
Make me kiss your turquoise jewelry!
Emboss me!
Rub the hot front part of my head
With rented unguents!
Give me bas-relief!
 

Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Oh, hell, yes!
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Oh, hell, yes!
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Oh, hell, yes!
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Oh, heel, yes!
 
Learn the Pachuco hop and let me twirl ya
Learn the Pachuco… Learn the Pachuco hop an’ lemme twirl you
Oh, Debra Fauntleroy-Magnesium Kadabra!
Take me with you
Don’t you want any of these?

2. Carolina hard-core ecstasy


[FZ & Napoleon Murphy Brock] I coulda 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
La la la la la-ahh 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
 
[Napoleon Murphy Brock] 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 surprise
 
[FZ & Napoleon Murphy Brock] She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom
Said she knew I’d be surprised she got ‘em
Take a Charleston pimp to spot ‘em
Then she gave a pair of shoes to me
Plastic leather, 14 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
 
[Napoleon Murphy Brock] “Is this something new having people stomp on you?
Is it what I need to do
For your pleasure?
Yo’ pleasure… it’s… a a all I need?”
 
“What is this, a quiz?
Don’t you worry what it is
It is merely just a moment I can treasure”
“What is?”
“You know”
 
[FZ & Napoleon Murphy Brock] By ten o’clock her arms and legs were rendered
She couldn’t talk ‘cause her mouth had been extendered
Looked to me as though she had been blendered
But was this abject misery? No! No!
Carolina hard-core ecstasy
Well
 
[Instrumental]
 
[FZ] But was this abject misery? No! No!
Carolina hard-core ecstasy
But was this abject misery? No! No!
Carolina hard-core ecstasy
 
It might seem strange to Herb and Dee
Carolina hard-core ecstasy

3. Sam with the showing scalp flat top


[Don Van Vliet] Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
I got it
 
Why, when I was knee high to a grasshopper
This black juice came out on a hard-shelled chin
And they called that “tobacco juice”
I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
My entire room absorbed every echo
The music was thud-like
The music was thud-like
I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
Opaque melodies that would bug most people
Music from the other side of the fence
 
A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees and what-nots
 
The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
Up a wrought iron fire escape
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
 
SAM WAS A BASKET CASE!
A hardened dark ivory clip held, saleable everyday pencils
I wish I had a pair o’ bongos!
Bongo fury!
Bongo fury!
Oowwwww! Bongo fury!
BOOGIE!
Bongo fury!
Bongo fury
Bongo fury

4. Poofter’s froth Wyoming plans ahead


[FZ] While we’re at it, we have a sort of a cowboy song we’d like to do for ya. This is a song that deals with the rapidly approaching 200th birthday of the United States of America, ladies and gentlemen! This is a song that warns you in advance that next year everybody is gonna try and sell you things that maybe you shouldn’t ought to buy, and not only that, they’ve been planning it for years. The name of this song is… (BURP - pardon me): “Poofter’s froth Wyoming plans ahead”.
 
[Don Van Vliet] Poofter’s froth, Wyoming
March eleven, sixty-seven
Take a letter, Ms. Abetter
An’ our pigeons will be homing
 
To our jobbers in Dakota
And to Merwyn, Minnesota
This is merely just a note
About performance to our quota
 

Well, we’ve all come out to show dem
An’ the Elks have helped us load ‘em
Little packets full of jackets
Little rackets, little rackets
 
Little poofter-cloth appointments
Little poofter’s froth anointments
Little hoods, little goods
Little doo-dads from the woods
 
The entire stock is shipping
Oh, our shod is hardly slipping
To our markets of the world!
Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled!
 
T-shirt racks, rubber snacks
Poster rolls with matching tacks
Yes, a special beer for sports
(And paper cups that hold two quarts!)
 
[Instrumental]
 
Everything a nation needs
For making hoopla while it feeds
The trash compactors, small reactors
Mowers, blowers, throwers and the glowers
 
This is Buy-Cent-Any-All salute
Two hundred years have gone ka-poot!
Ah, but we have been astute!
Signed: Anon. Wyo. Galoot.

5. 200 years old


[FZ] I was sitting in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania
Six o’clock in the morning
Got up too early
It was a terrible mistake

Sittin’ there face-to-face with a…
75 cents glass of orange juice
About as big as my finger

And a bowl of horribly foreshortened corn flakes
And I said to myself:
“This is the life”
 
[Don Van Vliet] She’s 200 years old
So mean she couldn’t grow no lips
She’s 200 years old
So mean she couldn’t grow no lips
 
[FZ] Boy, she’d be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Don Van Vliet] She’s 200 years old
Squatting down
And poppin’ up in front of the jukebox

Like she had true religion
Boy!
 
She’s 200 years old
Squattin’ down
Poppin’ up front o’ the jukebox
Just like she’d had true religion
Boy!
 
Hoy! Hoy! It’s 200 years
Half of this, none of that
Was 50…
Oh squat, yeah, oh shit, now
She got religion now, boy
 
Oh, she’s 200 years old
Oh, she told me
She just… She just can’t grow no lips
Squat down
So mean she can’t grow no lips
200 years old
Whaddya mean she can’t grow no lips?
Squattin’ down
Poppin’ up an’ down at the jukebox
OWW!
She got the true religion, boy
Boy!
 
[Instrumental]

6. Cucamonga


[Instrumental]
 
[FZ] Out in Cucamonga
Many years ago
Near a Holy Roller church
There was once a place
Where me and a couple of friends
Began practicing for the time we might go…
YEAH AH-AH
YEAH AH-AH
WELL WELL
YEAH AH-AH
YEAH AH-AH
WELL WELL
YEAH AH-AH
YEAH AH-AH
On TV
 
And as fate would have it
Later on we got a chance to play
All we ever really knew
All we ever really knew
All we ever really knew
That it was crazy

Nanook-a, no, no
Yoo-hoo-hoo yoo-hoo yoo!
To be doin’ it any other way
That it was crazy
Nanook-a, no, no
To be doin’ it any other way
That it was crazy
Nanook-a, no, no
To be doin’ it any other way
Yes, it was CRAZY, CRAZY
 
Ooooh
Wah

7. Advance romance


[Napoleon Murphy Brock] No more credit from the liquor store
Suit is all dirty, my shoes is all wore
Tired and lonely, my heart is all sore
Advance romance
I can’t stand it no more, you know
 
Told me she loved me, I believed what she said
Took me for a sucker, boy, all corn-fed

Next thing I knew she had a bolt on the door
Advance romance
I can’t use it no more, no, I can’t use it
 

She took George’s watch like they always do
It was a Timex, too!
Wah-hoo-hoo wah-hah-hoo-hoo
And a shame on you
No more money, boy
I shoulda knew
You know I told ya
I know you told me
You didn’t listen to me
But I couldn’t listen to you!
Told you ‘bout the anchovies
You know what I’m talkin’ about!
George Duke!
The way she do me, boy
She might do you too
The way she do me, boy
She might do you too
The way she do me, boy
She might do you too
Look what she did to Denny right now!
 
[Instrumental]
 
Talk about it!
 
I’m chokin’ the blues this morning!
 
Get all over!
 
My goodness!
 
Old time!
 
[Instrumental]
 

Chicken was never like this!
 
[Instrumental]
 

All night long
All night long
[Repeat]
 
[Napoleon Murphy Brock] Advance romance
Think about it!
People we are…
Yeah, one more time, one time!
… through! But, wait a minute!
 

Potato-Head Bobby was a friend of mine
Open three of his eyes in the food stamp line
Open four of his eyes in the food stamp line
Open five of his eyes in the food stamp line
Open six of his eyes in the food stamp line
Oh, you know they told me she might be a devil
No, you like them
Good God! Did you hear what I said?
Evil women
Oh yeah!
You know, you know, you know
But she sure was fine
You like them
Oh yeah!
Evil women
Growin’ up, goin’ home!
 
Advance romance
What you gonna do?
He wanna try it one time
He said he don’t mind, no
 
Later that night he drop on by
Told her all he wanna do was step up and say “Hi”
HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI
Half an hour later she had frenched his fry
Advance romance
Bobby, say goodbye

8. Man with the woman head


[Don Van Vliet] Are you with me on this, people?
 
The man with the woman head
Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out a mixture of oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter forming a hard, beetle-like, triangular chin much like a praying mantis
Smokey razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile
The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand
Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes map-like from too much turquoise eye-paint
He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth stained from too much opium, chipped from the years
The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers
A piece of coconut in a pink seashell caught the tongue and knotted into thin white strings
Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped into a loaded green ascot
A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow dacks
Four slender bones with rings and nails endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder
I could just make out Ace as he carried the tray and mouthed: “Cheap son of a bitch!” as a straw fell out of a Coke, cartwheeled into the gutter
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood

9. Muffin man


[FZ] The muffin man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen.
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon, he gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants. And, brushing his scapular aside, proceeds to dump these inside of his shirt.
He turns to us and speaks:
“Some people like cupcakes better. I, for one, care less for them!”
 

Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing-anointment utensil, he poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosetta near… (Let’s try that again) … he poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosetta near the summit of a dense-but-radiant muffin of his own design.
 
Later he says:

“Some people… Some people, heh, like cupcakes exclusively, while myself I say there is naught, nor ought there be, nothing so exalted on the face of God’s grey Earth as that prince of foods: the muffin!”
 
Girl, you thought he was a man but he was a muffin
He hung around till you found that he didn’t know nuthin’
 
Girl, you thought he was a man but he only was a-puffin’
No cries is heard in the night as a result of him stuffin’
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Don Van Vliet] Girl, you thought he was a man but he was a muffin
No cries is heard in the night as a result of him stuffin’
 
[FZ] Bruce Fowler on trombone
Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax and lead vocals
Terry Bozzio on drums
Tom Fowler on bass
Denny Walley on slide
George Duke on keyboards
Captain Beefheart on vocals and soprano sax and madness
Thank you very much for coming to the concert tonight. Hope you enjoyed it. Good night Austin, Texas, wherever you are!
 
[Instrumental]



Concert poster

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