(Front) Photo by Lynn Goldsmith (LP inside left) (LP inside right) (LP back)

Live throughout 1988 World Tour

Linked material:

Broadway the hard way

 

  1 Elvis has just left the building
  2 Planet of the baritone women
  3 Any kind of pain
  4 Dickie’s such an asshole (The San Clemente magnetic deviation)
  5 When the lie’s so big
  6 Rhymin’ man
  7 Promiscuous
  8 The untouchables [Nelson Riddle, Frank Zappa]
  9 Why don’t you like me? {Tell me you love me} [CD bonus track]
10 Bacon fat [CD bonus track] [Andre Williams, Devora Brown]
11 Stolen moments [CD bonus track] [Oliver Nelson]
12 Murder by numbers {+ Stolen moments} [CD bonus track] [Andy Summers, Sting + Oliver Nelson]
13 Jezebel boy [CD bonus track]
14 Outside now [CD bonus track]
15 Hot plate heaven at the Green Hotel [CD bonus track]
16 What kind of girl? [CD bonus track]
17 Jesus thinks you’re a jerk

 

All compositions by Frank Zappa, except as noted above.


Album notes by FZ
All selections recorded live (no overdubs) with the UMRK mobile studio during the 1988 World Tour.

1. Elvis has just left the building


Ladies and gentlemen
Elvis has just left the building
 
Elvis has just left the building
Those are his footprints, right there
Elvis has just left the building
To climb up that heavenly stair
 
He gave away Cadillacs once in a while
Had sex in his underpants, yes, he had style!
Bell-bottom jump-suits? That’s them in a pile
But he don’t need ‘em now ‘cause he’s makin’ Jesus smile!
 
Elvis has just left the building
There he goes!
Those are his footprints, right there
Elvis has just left the building
To climb up that heavenly stair
 
The Angels all love him, he brings them relief
With droplets of moisture from his handkerchief!
Cher’bim an’ ser’phim whizz over his head
Jesus, let him come back! We don’t want Elvis dead!
 
So what if he looks like a wart-hog in heat?

He knows we all love him, we’ll just watch him eat!
So take down the foil from his hotel retreat
And bring back The King for the man in the street!
 
Elvis has just left the building
Those are his footprints, right there
Elvis has just left the building
He’s up there with Jesus, in a big purple chair

2. Planet of the baritone women


[FZ] Meanwhile, on Wall Street
 
[Ike Willis] On the Planet of the Baritone Women
They talk low
‘Bout stuff they know
 
They sing “Oooh!”
And laugh at you
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!
 
If you can’t
IF YOU CAN’T
Do it too
DO IT TOO
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!
 
They sing “Li-li-li-li!”
They sing “Lo-lo-lo-lo!”
The men carry purses
Wherever they go
 
Junior executives
All in a row
Watch the Baritone Women
Do the Baritone show
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!
 
They sing about wheat
They sing about corn
They sing about places
Where women was born
 
They sing about hate
They sing about fear
It seems like they all got
A pretty good ear
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!
 
[Bobby Martin] They sing it in harmony not often heard
With a big ol’ cadenza
[FZ] Robert Martin, from Philadelphia, Curtis Institute graduate, 1971. Let’s hear it for him!
[Bobby Martin] On every long word
 
[Ike Willis] They keep it as low as they possibly can

And sometimes they walk like an E-gyp-tian
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!
 
They do choreography still more unique
They leave their legs open whenever they speak
They roll their eyes upward and over again
And slam their legs closed when they sing about MEN!
 
THOSE BARITONE WOMEN!
THEY ARE NOT YOUR FRIEND!
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
 
You will make a mistake if you go there again!

3. Any kind of pain


[FZ] “Broadway the hard way” ladies and gentlemen!
“Broadway the hard way”!
 
[Ike Willis] You are the girl
Somebody invented
In a grim little office
On Madison Avenue
 
They were specific
They made you terrific:
Red lips
Blue eyes
Blonde hair
Un-wise
 
You’re All-American
And, darling, they said so
 
You’d take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn’t you, baby?
You’d take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn’t you, baby?
 
Since you haven’t got a brain
Let me just explain:
Any kind of pain
Is never a maybe
 
What?
 
[Ike Willis] Her head’s full of bubbles
Her nose is petite!
She looks like she never
Gets nothin’ to eat!
 
An’ she dines with actors
An’ Wall Street characters:
Dull talk
Nice clothes
See her?
She blows
(She’s so important ‘cause he gets to do talk shows)
 
She’d take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn’t she, Bobby?
Yeah, she would!
She’d take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn’t she, Bobby?
 
Since she haven’t got a name
Let me just explain:
Any kind of pain
Is prob’ly her hobby
 
NO… ow-ow-ow-oh… no
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Ike Willis] She has moved up now
She’s come a long way
They give her bunches
Of words she can say
When she’s in a bold mood

Confinement Loaf sounds good
 
That’s right, she’s wrong
Let’s end her song
 
It seems she’s everywhere, we just can’t escape her
Is this a miracle of pure evolution?
And all the yuppie boys, they dream they will rape her
She brings the bus ride to a thrilling conclusion!
 
Yes, she’s every bit as tame as me
Isn’t she tender?
Yes, she’s every bit as lame as me
Let us remember
She gets only half the blame
Only half the blame
Only half the blame
Unless we extend her

4. Dickie’s such an asshole (The San Clemente magnetic deviation)


[Spoken intro by FZ on vinyl release]
Alright. CNN ran a story last week about this new product that has been developed for our prison system. It is called “Confinement Loaf”. Now, what it is? It’s uh… bean by-products compressed into a loaf, which is administered to problem prisoners. Their diet will be a slice of “Confinement Loaf” and a cup of water, and it seems to mellow them out right away. So my question is: how long before “Confinement Loaf” appears in United States high-schools?
 
[FZ & Ike Willis] One an’ one is eleven
Two an’ two is twenty-two

Won’t somebody kindly tell me
What the government’s tryin’ t’do?
 
[Ike Willis] Dickie’s just too tricky
For a chump like me to use, oh use
[FZ] You take that sub-committee serious, boy
I’m serious
You just might get a seizure from the evenin’ news
 
Millions an’ millions of dollars
Much as he might need
(Good work!)
He could open up a chain of motels, people
On the highway, yes indeed
 
[Ike Willis] Quadrophonic desperation
[FZ] Oh, pinch that loaf now!
[Ike Willis] There might be Confinement Loaf up under your bed
(Well)
[FZ] You know if you just might pinch a little loaf in your slumber
[Ike Willis] Pfft… NURSE!
[FZ] The FBI is gonna get your number
 
[FZ & Ike Willis] GONNA GET YA…
GONNA GET YA…
GONNA JUMP UP THE SUB-COMMITTEE AND GET YA!
 
[Ike Willis] The FBI
[FZ] Gonna get your number
[Ike Willis] The FBI
[FZ] Gonna get your number
[Ike Willis] The FBI
[FZ] Gonna get your number
[Ike Willis] The FBI
[FZ] Gonna get your number
[Ike Willis] The FBI
[FZ] They already got your picture
[Ike Willis] The FBI
[FZ] And your fingerprints too
[Ike Willis] The FBI
[FZ] Then they got a guy in Virginia
[Ike Willis] The FBI

[FZ] Whiffing up a little soup just for you
 
Gonna get your number
Gonna get your number
 
Tryin’ not to worry
Tryin’ not to care
But you know, I get so excited
When that soup goes over there
 
Can’t have no private conversation
Nowhere
[FZ & Ike Willis] In the USA
[FZ] Can’t wait ‘til the rest of the people all over the world
Find out that their Confinement Loaf
[FZ & Ike Willis] Is just the same ol’ way
[Ike Willis] Every day…
Pinch that loaf now!
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Ike Willis] Let me tell you about this right now
Let me tell you about this right here
Let me make this formerly clear
Let me tell you about this right here
You know you put me in office
So you must have wanted me in office
I’ve did you no harm
I used to have twenty-five tapes
Now I only got ten
Can’t remember what happened to the rest
Musta gave ‘em to a friend
Gave a couple to Bebe Rebozo
Gave a couple to Pat Boone
Gave a couple to Ronald Reagan
Gave a couple to the new vice-president
He said he’d stick with me through thick and thin
Even if I invaded Nicaragua
You know I’m not a crook
You know I’m not a crook
I just wanna lie about one more thing right now
Say yeah yeah
 
[FZ] The gangster stepped right up
An’ kissed him on the lips, goodbye
Made him a cock-sucker by proxy, YES HE DID
An’ he didn’t even bat an eye!
 
The man in the White House, oooh!
He’s got a conscience black as sin!
Yeah, maybe I… I don’t know but… it’s just a training exercise
There’s just one thing I wanna know:
How’d that asshole ever manage to get in?
 
You’re all the same, so sing right along now
 
DICKIE’S SUCH AN ASSHOLE
Sincerely, Dick, we mean it
Sincerely, Ron, we mean it
Sincerely, Dick and Ron, we continue to mean it
Wee-ooo
 
Now let’s bring the Republican Party up to date

5. When the lie’s so big


[Ike Willis] Pinch it good!

You know, that Confinement Loaf is real good stuff
Hey, you oughta try some!
 
They got lies so big
They don’t make a noise
They tell ‘em so well
Like a secret disease
That makes you go numb
 
With a big ol’ lie
And a flag and a pie
And a mom and a bible
Most folks are just liable
To buy any line
Any place, any time
 
When the lie’s so big
As in Robertson’s case
(That sinister face
Behind all the Jesus hurrah)
 
Could result in the end
To a worrisome trend
In which every American
Not “born again
Could be punished in cruel and unusual ways

By this treacherous cretin
Who tells everyone
That he’s Jesus’ best friend
 
When the lies get so big
And the fog gets so thick
And the facts disappear
The Republican Trick
Can be played out again
People, please tell me when
We’ll be rid of these men!
 
Just who do they really suppose that they are?
And how do they manage to travel as far
As they seem to have come?
Were we really that dumb?
 
People, wake up
Figure it out
Religious fanatics
Around and about
The Court House, the State House
The Congress, the White House
 
Criminal saints
With a “Heavenly Mission”
A nation enraptured
By pure superstition
 
[FZ] Do you believe in the Invisible Army?
[Ike Willis] Yes indeed!
 
When the lie’s so big
And the fog so thick
And the facts kept forgotten
Then the Republican Trick
[FZ] Ketchup is a vegetable!
[Ike Willis] Can be played out again
People, please tell me when
We’ll be rid of these men!

6. Rhymin’ man


Rhymin’ Man
Tall and tan
Rhyme or reason
Play your hand
Rhyme on this, rhyme on that
Oh, you naughty Democrat!
 
They say when Doctor King got shot
Jesse hatched an awful plot
Dipped his hands in the Doctor’s blood
An’ rubbed his shirt like playin’ with mud
Looked around for all the press
Said: “Check me out, my name is Jesse!
I’ll be known from towns an’ farms
Doctor King died in my arms!”
 
Rhymin’ Man
Tall and tan
Rhyme or reason
Play your hand
Rhyme on this, rhyme on that
Oh, you naughty Democrat!
 
A few years later, legend says
Rhymin’ man made a run for Prez
Farrakhan made him a clown
Over there near Hymie-Town
Said he was a diplomat
Hobbin’ an-a-knobbin’ with Arafat
Castro was simpatico
Though the U.S. voters, they said: “No!”
 
Rhymin’ Man
Tall and tan
Rhyme or reason
Play your hand
Rhyme on this, rhyme on that
Oh, you naughty Democrat!
 
OK, here we go again!
Rhymin’ Man says he’s your friend
Any fool can make a rhyme
Cowboys do it all the time
They sure do, they sure do
People say: “Now he’s mature!”
Cowboys rhyme that with horse manure
 
Horse manure!
Horse manure
That’s for sure!
You been cheatin’
We kept score!
Are you “this”?
Or are you “that”?
Oh, you naughty
Demo… crat!
Democrat!

7. Promiscuous


[Ike Willis] Here we go!
 
The Surgeon General, DOCTOR KOOP
S’posed to give you ALL THE POOP
But when he’s with PMRC
The poop he’s scoopin’ AMAZES ME
 
C-SPAN showed him, all dressed up
In his phoney Doctor GOD GETUP
He looked in the camera and fixed his specs
An’ gave a fascinating lecture ‘bout ANAL SEX
ANAL SEX
ANAL SEX
ANAL SEX
ANAL SEX
 
He says it is not good for us
We just can’t be PROMISCUOUS
He’s just a doctor, he should know
It’s the work of the Devil, so girls, don’t blow!
Don’t blow
Don’t blow
 
Don’t blow Jimmy, don’t blow Bobby
Get yourself ANOTHER HOBBY
(If Jesus practiced medicine
I’m sure he’d do it just like him)
 
Is Doctor Koop a man to trust?
It seems at least that Reagan must
(And Ron’s a trusting sort of guy
He trusts Ed Meese, I wonder why)
I wonder why
Wonder why
 
The A.M.A. has just got caught
For doin’ stuff they shouldn’t ought
All they do is lie and lie
Where’s Doctor Koop?
HE’S STANDIN’ BY
 
Surgeon General? What’s the deal?
Is your epidemic real?
Are we leaving something out?
Something we can’t talk about?
 
A little green monkey over there

Kills a million people?
THAT’S NOT FAIR!
Did it really go that way?
Did you ask the CIA?
 
Would they take you serious
Or have they been PROMISCUOUS
Have they been PROMISCUOUS
Have they been PROMISCUOUS
Have they been PROMISCUOUS

8. The untouchables


[Instrumental]
 
[Ike Willis] Rico! Youngblood! Wake up!
Prohibition is over, but the country’s still a mess!
They need us out there!
We’ve got some cleaning up to do, especially when it comes to this guy…
Get those sport coats on with the big lapels…
They’re back, they’re fashionable again!
OK, let’s look at some mug-sheets of the suspects from the 80’s:
 
Admiral Poindexter! Get back on Felix The Cat where you belong!
Get the damn pipe out of your mouth!
You’re history, you’re gone!
 
Oliver North! No “Secret Government” for you, buddy!
You’re over! You’re through!
 
Bill Casey! You’re dead!
I mean that…
 
Bush! You’re still a wimp, I’m sorry, you’re history!
 
Deaver! Nofziger! You’re crooks! Book ‘em Danno! Danno? How’d he get in the show? Get outta here!
 
Reagan! You’re asleep! Wake up! The country’s in a mess!
You’re anyway out in the way, buddy
You’re history, you’re meat, you’re through!
You’re vapor, you’re baloney without the mayo, buddy!
You’re outta here, in fact, it’s Robin Leach instead!
“I don’t know why…”
 
Hey, fellas, take me to the bridge! I want it now!
 
Rico! Youngblood! Let’s get outta here! It’s all over!
 
THE UNTOUCHABLES!

9. Why don’t you like me? {Tell me you love me} [CD bonus track]


He’s white, Jim…
 
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me?
Am I really that bad?

HE’S BAD, HE’S BAD, HE’S BAD
 
“I think you’re a jerk! I’m moving from you!”
“Make me a sandwich”
“Moving to Venice
“I’ll be black”
Jack! What?
 
“Still white, Jim…”
 
I hate my mother
I hate my father
I AM my sister…
And Jermaine is A NEGRO!
A NEGRO! A NEGRO! A NEGRO!
 
“I thought he looked good - what happened to you?”
Please read this pamphlet
“I’m so bad!”
 
You take the monkey, I’ll take the llama
We’ll have a party:
GET ME A PEPSI
Michael is Janet, Janet is Michael
I’m so confused now
WHO IS DIANA?
He’s oxygenated
His nose is deflated
And he thinks he looks good to you
He thinks he looks good to you
 
[Ike Willis] Oh, I’m sorry
 
[FZ] This is supposed to be the part where I… name people who are not… related in any particular way to… Michael Jackson… so… oh, let’s see now, who could it be uh… What’s your name? His name is Bob? Bob is not the illegitimate son of Michael Jackson, take it from me.
 

Billie Jean is not Mr. Bob

Arnold Silvestri
Ha ha ha!

Billie Jean is not Arnold Silvestri

Jeane Kirkpatrick

Billie Jean is not Kirkpatrick

Lando Calrissian
 
[Ike Willis] Give me oxygen
Give me oxygen
Give me oxygen
 
Box o’ turds
 
[FZ] That’s right, a box o’ turds!

10. Bacon fat [CD bonus track]


[FZ] While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must a-dropped ‘em a note
It said: “Check out the politics practiced by this oaf

And if they ain’t just right feed him Confinement Loaf
 
They wanna be
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
LOAF… LOAF
 
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
Feedin’ me
LOAF… LOAF
 
Feedin’ ‘em
Feedin’ ‘em
Feedin’ ‘em
Feedin’ ‘em
Feedin’ ‘em
Feedin’ ‘em
Feedin’ ‘em
Feedin’ ‘em
LOAF… NOW!

11. Stolen moments [CD bonus track]


[Instrumental]

12. Murder by numbers {+ Stolen moments} [CD bonus track]


[FZ] Alright. Now, this afternoon on my way down the elevator we stopped at the lobby, and I was introduced to a man named Sting who I’d never met before. And, he’s a very nice man, and he came to the show tonight and I just talked to him in the dressing room a little while ago and I said: “How would you, Mr. Sting, like to come up on stage and perform with us?” Now…
 
[Sting] How’s […]. It’s not in my nature to kick a man when he’s down. When I saw the first part of the show I realised I had to come up here and tell you something. Well, four years ago Jimmy Swaggart said this about me: he said this here song by the Police, “Murder by numbers”, was written by SATAN! PERFORMED BY THE SONS OF SATAN! BEELZEBUB! LUCIFER! THE HORNED ONE! I wrote the fuckin’ song, alright?
 
Once that you’ve decided on a killing
First you make a stone of your heart
If you find that your hands are still willing
Then you can turn a murder into art
There really isn’t any need for bloodshed
You just do it with a little more finesse
 
If you can slip a tablet into someone’s coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess because it’s
Murder by numbers, one two three
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers, one two three
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC
 
Now, if you have a taste for this experience
And you’re flushed with your very first success
Then you must try a twosome or a threesome
And you’ll find your conscience bothers you much less
Because a murder is like anything you take to
It’s a habit-forming need for more and more
 
You can bump off every member of your family
And anybody else you find a bore
Because it’s murder by numbers, one two three
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers, one two three
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC
 
I said murder by numbers, one two three
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers, one two three
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers A B C D E
 
[Instrumental]
 
[FZ] Mr. Sting, ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Sting.
[Ike Willis] Sting!
[FZ] Thank you! “Murder by numbers”. And then, suddenly…

13. Jezebel boy [CD bonus track]


[Ike Willis] Jezebel Boy!
 
You know all the guys in the Sheriff’s Patrol
They leave you alone when they round up the whores
Up on Hollywood Boulevard
 
[FZ] What?
[Ike Willis] Now this is what happens in Los Angeles
 
Sometimes that ol’ nasty D.A., you see
Seems to think he needs his name in the paper again
[FZ] That’s when the short-pants girls
[Ike Willis] They have to take that ride with a friendly, friendly policeman
 
But the Jezebel Boy
On the corner by the Technicolor processing plant
He stands by the light
Waitin’ through that night
Waitin’… Waitin’ for that… that… that distinguished-looking
Wilshire district Gentleman with snow-white hair
 
[Senator Hollings, speeded-up] Maybe I could make a good rock star
 
[Ike Willis] To drive up in his Linkum
And whisk away the Jezebel Boy
There he goes now!
 
[FZ] Old Ralph will make him put that wretched sausage in his mouth again
 
[Ike Willis] Hah hah hah, hah hah hah!
[FZ] Go ahead!
[Ike Willis] Hah hah hah!
[FZ] Want it again?
[Ike Willis] Yeah, sure!
[FZ] Old Ralph will make him put that wretched sausage in his mouth again
And again
[Ike Willis] And yet again
[FZ] And one mo’ ‘gin
 
[Ike Willis] Well, hah! Well, you know what they say…
Another day, another sausage
JEZEBEL BOY

14. Outside now [CD bonus track]


[Ike Willis] These executives have plooked the fuck out of me
And there’s still a long time to go before I’ve paid my debt to society

And all I ever really wanted to do was play the guitar an’ bend the string like…
Reent-toont-teent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee
 
I’ve got it
I’ll be sullen and withdrawn
I’ll dwindle off into the twilight realm of my own secret thoughts
I’ll lay on my back here ‘til dawn in a semi-catatonic state
And dream of guitar notes that would irritate
An executive kinda guy…
 
Well, I guess that one did the trick
If they only coulda heard it
Half-a-dozen of ‘em woulda strangled while they was suckin’ on each others’ dick
Yeah, but that was only a bunch of imaginary notes I played
Just a little extra somethin’ to keep me goin’ from day to day
But that’s OK
I’m gettin’ outta here pretty soon
Then I won’t have to live in this ugly fuckin’ room
 
Hey! I can’t wait to see what it’s like on the outside now…
I can’t wait to see what it’s like on the outside now…
Listen here!
I can’t wait to see what it’s like on the outside now…
Listen here, yeah!
I can’t wait to see what it’s like on the outside now…
Outside now…
Outside now…
Outside now…
Outside…
 
[Instrumental]
 
(Sing it!)
I can’t wait to see what it’s like on the outside now…
I can’t wait to see what it’s like on the outside now…
Yeah!
I can’t wait to see what it’s like on the outside now…
Yeah!
I can’t wait to see what it’s like on the outside now…

15. Hot plate heaven at the Green Hotel [CD bonus track]


[FZ] I used to have a job an’ I was doin’ fairly well
Depression came along an’ everybody start to yell:
“Where’d they go, them good ol’ days an’ all that crap we used to sell?”
Now I’m in Hot-Plate Heaven at the Green Hotel
 
Republicans is fine if you’re a multi-millionaire
Democrats is fair if all you own is what you wear
Neither of ‘em’s really right ‘cause neither of ‘em care
‘Bout that Hot-Plate Heaven ‘cause they ain’t been there
 
They really oughta go an’ find out how the hallway smell
They’d benefit to know ‘bout what the bums in there could tell
(I guess we’re only dreamin’ but I s’pose it’s just as well
That’s all you get to dream up in the Green Hotel)
 
[Instrumental]
 
[FZ] Nature didn’t put me here an’ neither did my fate
It musta been some evil ol’ Republican candidate
He’s over there in Washington but I wish he was in hell
‘Cause I’m in Hot-Plate Heaven at the Green Hotel
 
Things is slightly better now, they hope we will forget
The misery of “TRICKLE-DOWN” an’ jelly bean etiquette
The Regal Presidential Style has simply not worn well
But neither has my rags up in the Green Hotel
 
I said the Green Hotel
I mean the Green Hotel
Been there once the Green Hotel
An’ gone again the Green Hotel
Neither has my rags up in the Green Hotel
 
Pass me the dog-food!

16. What kind of girl? [CD bonus track]


[FZ] What’s a girl like you doin’ in a Motel like this?
I left my place after midnight when I first got the call
The escort service I work for said you wanted it ALL!
Well, you came to the right place, this is it
I got the most sanctified johnson in all Louisiana
No shit!
 
How true that is!
How true, indeed, llama!
The other whores at the service said you helped fulfill their need!
I like to GET RIGHT DOWN, do you like to get right down too?
Well, what did you have in mind?
Well, I GET OFF BEING SPOO-ED upon… by hypocritical TV preachers with close ties to the Republican Party
WHILE ED MEESE WIPES HIS ASS ON THE U.S. CONSTITUTION, SCREAMIN’:
 
“That is, I think I know how t’tune in
But it’s all wrong
That is, I think I disagree
 
I don’t think so…
I can’t remember…
I just couldn’t ever do that…”
Gets me so hot I could scream:
“I don’t think so, can’t remember who
Wrote the memo, or to whom it’s to…”
 
Hey, your escort service has always been far out an’ groovy
Ever been to the Texas Motel?
Let me take you dow-how-how-how-how-how-hownnnnn!
Magic Jesus by the bed, wall-mounted TV screen
My church plugged into the gravy train and Reagan keeps me clean!
 
What kind of girl?
What kind of girl would suck his rod?
What kind of girl?
What kind of girl would suck his rod?
A lazy prostitute!
We wouldn’t blow you just because you know “God”
What kind of girl?
What kind of girl would suck his rod?
This unfortunate little vixen wouldn’t let just anybody spoo all over her lap
She wants an ignorant Cracker TV Evangelist who’s reciting all that crap…

17. Jesus thinks you’re a jerk


[Eric Buxton] Yes, friends, pass the plate around, friends, join us, friends
 
[FZ] There’s an ugly little weasel ‘bout three-foot nine
Face puffed up from cryin’ an’ lyin’
‘Cause her sweet little hubby’s suckin’ prong part-time
(In the name of The Lord)
 
Get a clue, little shrew, oh yeah, oh yeah
Jesus thinks you’re a jerk
Would he really choose Tammy to do His Work? Unh-unh
 
Hallelujah!
Yes, friends
 
Robertson says that he’s The One
Oh, he sure is, if Armageddon
Is your idea of family fun
An’ he’s got some planned for you!
(Now, tell me that ain’t true)
 

Give me that old time religion!
 
Now, what if Jimbo’s slightly gay
Will Pat let Jimbo get away?
Everything we’ve heard him say
Indicates that Jim must pay
And it just might hurt a bit
Just a bit!
But keep that money rollin’ in
‘Cause Pat and naughty Jimbo can’t get enough of it
Let’s dance!
 
Perhaps it’s their idea
Of an Affirmative Action Plan
To give White Trash a “special break”
Well, they took those Jeezo-bucks and ran
 
To the bank! To the bank! To the bank! To the bank!
And every night we can hear them thank
Their Buddy, up above
For sending down his love

(While you all smell the glove )
 
Henry Cisneros, ladies and gentlemen!
 
Jim and Pat should take a pole
(Right up each saintly glory-hole)
With tar and feathers too
Just like they’d love to do to you
 
‘Cause they think you are bad
Yes, they do!
And they are very mad
‘Cause some folks don’t want prayer in school
We’d need an ark to survive the drool
Of Micro-publicans, raised on hate
And ‘Jimbo-Jumbo’ when they graduate
 
Convinced they are “The Chosen Ones”
And all their parents carry guns
Hey, look! Godzilla!
And hold them cards, in the NRA
Ah, hellfire, Melvin, hey hee!
With their fingers on the trigger
“It’s hot”
When they kneel and pray
“I mean that…”
 
With a Ku-Klux muumuu in the back of the truck
If you ain’t “Born Again” they wanna mess you up
Screamin’: “No abortion, no sirree!
Life’s too precious, can’t you see!”

What’s that hangin’ from a neighbor’s tree?
Why, it looks like “colored folks” to me
 
Would they do that…
They’ve been doin’ it for years!
Seriously?
 
And now, ladies and gentlemen, the dynamic Eric Buxton
 
[Eric Buxton] Imagine, if you will, a multi-millionaire TV Evangelist saved from Korean combat duty by his father, a U.S. Senator
Studied law but is not qualified to practice it
Father of a “love child” who, in adulthood, hosts the remnants of papa’s religious propaganda program
Claims not to be a “Faith Healer” but has, in the past dealt sternly with everything from hemorrhoids to hurricanes
Involved with funding for an “undeclared war” in Central America claiming Ronald Reagan and Oliver North as close friends
Involved in suspicious “tax-avoidance schemes” (under investigation for 16 months by the IRS)
Claims to be a MAN OF GOD
Currently seeking the United States presidency
Hoping we will all follow him into The Twilight Zone
 
[Ike Willis] But hey, what if Pat gets in the White House?
[FZ] No fuckin’ way, Ike, you know what I mean?
[Ike Willis] The rights of “certain people” disappear
Mysteriously?
 
[FZ] Now, wouldn’t that sort of qualify as an American Tragedy?
(‘Specially if they cover it up sayin’ “Jesus told it to me!”)
I mean vapor tight, we’re like this, OK? I mean that
I hope we never see that day
I mean that. Right here. It’s hot. It’s hot.
In The Land of The Free
Or someday will we?
92?
Will we?
96?
 
And if you don’t know by now
The truth of what I’m tellin’ you
Then surely I have failed somehow
Surely I have failed somehow
Surely I have failed somehow
 
And Jesus will think I’m a jerk, just like you
If you let those TV Preachers make a monkey out of you!
I said: “Jesus will think you’re a jerk” and it would be TRUE!
 

There’s an old rugged cross in the Land of the Stainless Maiden
It’s just burnin’ on the lawn but this person looks like Tom Braden!
 
Jim and Tammy!
Oh, baby!
You gotta go!
You really got to go!
Jim and Tammy got to go
 
Ladies and gentlemen, this is intermission. Get your butt out there and register to vote! Would you please? See you in a half an hour!



From “Broadway the hard way” Japanese CD booklet

English lyrics from site Information Is Not Knowledge.