| [Notes by FZ] This was the last concert of the 1984 tour. It was also the first time that Dweezil and I ever played guitar together on stage. He was 15 and had been playing for two years at the time of this recording.
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| [FZ] OK, ladies and gentlemen, my son Dweezil!
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| [Ike Willis] THE DWEEZE!
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| [FZ] Dweezil is going to play the guitar solo on a song from the “Them or us” album, called “Sharleena”
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| [Ike Willis] HUH!
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| Oooh oooh oooh
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| [FZ] Battlestar Galactica?
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| Oooh oooh oooh
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| [Ike Willis] Everybody!
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| I’m cryin’, I’m cryin’
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| Cryin’ for Sharleena, can’t you see?
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| I called up all my baby’s friends an’ ask’n ‘um where she done went
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| (Jungle boogie?)
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| But nobody ‘round here seems to know where my Sharleena’s been
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| Where my Sharleena’s been
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| Ten long years I been lov’n her
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| Ten long years and I thought deep down in my heart she was mine
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| Ten long years I been lov’n her
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| Ten long years I would call her my baby and now I’m always cryin’
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| [Instrumental]
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| Ugh!
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| Ugh!
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| I would be so delighted (I would be), I would be so delighted (yes, I would be)
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| The Dweeze!
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| If they would just send her on home to me
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| I would be so delighted (I…), I would be so delighted (yes, I would be)
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| If they would just send her on home to me
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| Send my baby home to me!
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| Send my baby home to me!
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| Send my baby home to me!
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| Send my baby home to me-ee-ee-ee!
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| [Notes by FZ] This set features an assortment of performances from our Thanksgiving Day show in Chicago, 1984. It turned out to be pretty good in spite of the fact that by the time we arrived for the soundcheck in the afternoon all the back-stage food was gone… not a pleasant way to spend a Thanksgiving holiday.
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| Thank you!
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| Bamboozled by love
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| Oh Lord, the shit done hit the fan
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| Bamboozled by love
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| Oh Lord, the shit done hit the fan
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| The way that girl been carryin’ on
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| I swear I just don’t understand
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| Don’t you know, I treat her nice and kind
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| The way no other lover can
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| Don’t you know, I treat her nice and kind
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| The way no other lover can
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| You know, I came home the other day and she was
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| Suckin’ off some other man
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| (Isn’t that amazing?)
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| I ain’t the type for beggin’
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| I am not the type to plead
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| If she don’t change those evil ways
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| I’m gonna make her bleed
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| She can scream and she can holler
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| Bang her head all along the wall
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| If she don’t give me what I want
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| She ain’t gonna have no head at all
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| Bamboozled by love
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| I know she fooled around too long
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| Bamboozled by love
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| I know she fooled around too long
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| I am mad and gettin’ meaner
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| I am here and she is gone
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| And the reason you have not seen her
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| She is underneath the lawn
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| I know she’s underneath the lawn, lawn, lawn
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| [Instrumental]
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| I ain’t the type for beggin’
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| I am not the type to plead
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| If she don’t change those evil ways
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| I’m gonna make her bleed
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| She can scream and she can holler
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| Bang her head all along the wall
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| If she don’t give me what I want
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| Ain’t gonna have no head at all
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| Bamboozled by love
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| I know she fooled around too long
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| Bamboozled by love
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| I know she fooled around too long
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| I am mad and gettin’ meaner
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| I am here and she is gone
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| And the reason you have not seen her
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| She is underneath the lawn
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| And the reason you have not seen her
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| She is underneath the lawn
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| Lucille
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| [Ike Willis] Has messed my mind up
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| But I still love her, yeah
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| You know I love her
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| Lucille
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| She messed my mind up, yeah
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| But I still love her, yeah
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| Oh you know, I love her
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| Whatcha tryna doota me, Lucille?
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| Whatcha tryna doota me, Lucille?
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| I’m sayin’, whatcha tryna doota me, Lucille?
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| You got me goin’ out of my mind
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| Lucille
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| She tore my heart up
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| But I still need her
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| You know, I need her, yeah
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|
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| And Lucille
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| Tore my heart up
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| But I still need, I need her
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| You know, I need her
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| I’m sayin’, she treats me like my heart is made of stone
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| She run around and leave me home all alone
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| I’m tellin’ you
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| She doesn’t answer when I call her on the phone
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| She messed up my mind
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| I’m cryin’ all of the time
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| Lucille
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| Oh oui, my mind up
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| My mind up
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| I said I love her
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| Love her
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| I mean it
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| You know I love her
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| I love…
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| Lucille
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| My heart up
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| My heart up
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| Ooh, I love her
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| Love her
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| You know I love her
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| I love…
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| Lucille
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| Oh
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| Lucille
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| Ci-i-i-i-ille
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| No more credit from the liquor store
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| My suit is all dirty, boy, my shoes is all wore
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| I’m tired and lonely, my FBI heart is all sore
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| Advance romance
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| I can’t stand it no more, no more
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| She told me she loved me, I believed what she said
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| She took me for a sucker, boy, all corn-fed
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| The next thing I knew she had a bolt on the door ▶
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| Advance romance
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| Oh yeah
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| I can’t use it no more, no more
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| She took Ike’s watch ▶ like they always do
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| It was a Timex, too!
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| AH-HOO WAH-HOO
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| And a shame on you, yeah
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| No more money, boy
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| I shoulda knew
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| DUNT-DE-DUNT DUNT-DE-DAH DUNT-DE-DUNT-DUNT DAH-DE-DE-DAH
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| Won’t somebody go sit on, ah?
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| Yes! He’s showin’ the magic!
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| DUNT-DE-DUNT HI-YO, SILVER!
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| The tinsel’s here
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| The big drawers
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| The way she do me, boy
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| Oh… Oh yeah
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| She might do you too
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| Awfully big drawers now!
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| The way she do me, boy
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| She might do you too
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| She’s from Utah!
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| ✄ I’LL TUMBLE 4 YA!
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| Oh no
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| The way she do me, boy
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| She might do you too
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| You remember Utah
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| You know what happened ▶
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| Drawers!
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| [Instrumental]
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| Advance romance
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| People I am through
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| I’m through!
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| Potato-Head Bobby ▶ was a friend of mine
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| He open three of his eyes in the food stamp line
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| He open four of his eyes in the food stamp line
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| He open five of his eyes in the food stamp line
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| He open six of his eyes in the food stamp line
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| He said she might be a devil
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| Well, I don’t know…
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| But she sure was fine
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| Advance romance
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| Oh yeah
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| He wanna try it one time
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| Just one time
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| Later that night he drop on by
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| He told her all he wanna do is come up and say “Hi”
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| HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI
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| Half an hour later she had frenched his fry
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| EVERYBODY!
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| YODELOO YODELOO YODELOO YODEL
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| Frenched his fry
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| (ISN’T THAT AMAZING?)
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| What?
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| Advance romance
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| Bobby, say goodbye-yay-yay-yay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
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| [Notes by FZ] I can’t remember how all this “Hi-yo, Silver” stuff got started, but however it did, Ike had me laughing so much I could hardly perform that night. Just a little more proof that touring can make you crazy ▶.
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| Ooh
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| [FZ] A real hologram! I mean: not real, but almost a real hologram.
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| Hey there, people, I’m Bobby Brown
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| They say I’m the cutest boy in town
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| My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
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| Tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
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| Tiny heinie ho!
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| Here I am at a famous school
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| Gonna fly now
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| I’m dressin’ sharp, I’m actin’ cool
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| I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
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| Let her do all the work an’ maybe later I’ll rape her
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| Oh God, I am the American dream
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| I do not think I’m too extreme
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| An’ I’m a handsome son of a bitch
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| Gonna get a new glove / job an’ be real rich
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| Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good…
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|
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| Women’s Liberation
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| Came creepin’ all across the nation
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| I tell you, people, I was not ready
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| When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
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| She made a little speech then
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| Aw, she tried to make me say “when”
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| She had my balls in a vise, but she left the dick
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| I guess it’s still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick
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| Oh God, I am the American dream
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| But now I smell like Vaseline
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| An’ I’m a miserable son of a bitch
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| Am I a boy or a lady? I don’t know which
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| I wonder wonder. HI-YO, SILVER!
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| So I went out an’ bought me a leisure mask
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| I jingle my change, but I’m still kinda cute
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| Got a job doin’ radio promo
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| Gonna fly now
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| An’ none of the jocks can even think about Tonto
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| Eventually me an’ a friend
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| Sorta drifted along into S&M
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| YA!
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| I can take about an hour on the Tower of Power
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| ‘Long as I gets a little golden shower
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| Oh God, I am the American dream
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| With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
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| An’ I’ll do anything to get ahead
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| [Ike Willis] HI-YO, SILVER!
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| Oh God, oh God, I’m so fant—. HI-YO, SILVER!
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| And my name is Bobby Brown
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| And my name is Bobby Brown
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| HI-YO, SILVER! AWAY!
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| And my name is Bobby Brown
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| HI-YO, SILVER!
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| [FZ] Ha ha. Oh, never mind. The name of this song is “Keep it greasy”
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| [Ike Willis] Hi-yo!
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| HI-YO, SILVER! AWAY!
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| HI-YO!
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| HI-YO, SILVER!
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| Hey, the good women, they sure has it tough
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| The good men, well, there just ain’t enough
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| All the good girls are lookin’ all the time
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| Good SILVER is something that they can’t find
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| ‘Cause if they find one miraculously
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| They try to be lovin’ as they can be
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| ‘Cause if they find one and let him go
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| Chances are they might not never find one no mo’
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| So they…
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| AWAY!
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| A good lovin’ man is hardest to find
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| A good woman needs to ease her mind
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| I know a few that need to ease it behind
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| All y’gotta do is grease it down an’ everything is fine
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| A girl don’t need
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| No fancy grease
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| To get herself
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| Some rump release
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| Any kind
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| Of lube’ll do
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| Maybe from another
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| Part of you
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| Lube from the North
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| Lube from the South
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| Take a lil’ slobber
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| HI-YO, SILVER!
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| From the side of your mouth
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| From your mouth
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| From your mouth
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| From your mouth
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| From your mouth
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| Grease it dow-in
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| Here come that crazy screamin’ sound…
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| HI-YO, SILVER! HA-HA-HA
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| Thank you, Masked Man!
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| HI-YO, SILVER! HA-HA-HA
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| Hi… Hi-yo, Silver!
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| Oh God!
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| Hi-yo, Silver!
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| OK, everybody!
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, down, down
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| Grease it down
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| Oh no, no, no! Here comes that screamin’ sound again…
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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|
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| He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
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| His fav’rite phrase was “OUTA-SITE”
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| He had an Irish Setter
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche arf
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|
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| It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
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| The moon was dim, the band was tight
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| They did the Bump together
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| What a splendid sight
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| Run nun nun naa
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| Her teeth were white
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| Run nun nun nun nun naa
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| The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite)
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| He was glad that he met her
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|
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| She was an office girl, her name was Betty
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| Her fav’rite group was…
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| [Audience] HELEN REDDY!
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| [FZ] No! TWISTED SISTER!
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| OK, wait wait wait, let’s do it right. OK, now that you know what you’re supposed to say there, let’s hear it.
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|
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| She was an office girl, her name was Betty
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| Her fav’rite group was TWISTED SISTER
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| (They discussed the weather!)
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|
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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|
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| She was a lonely sort, just a little too short
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| Her jokes were dumb and her fav’rite sport
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| Was hockey (in the winter)
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| [Mumble]
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|
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| He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
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| Any sport with a PUCK had to be ‘bout the best
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| As he jabbed his elbow in her
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| (Get it, honey? Get it, honey? Sister Honey?)
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|
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| Later on they went off to where the music was soft
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| The candles were drippy, they saw a real hippy
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| Who delivered their dinner
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|
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| The rice was brown and soon they found
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| That the crowd around that had jammed the room
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| Well, it seemed to be getting thinner
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|
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| Break dancing!
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|
|
| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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|
|
| He took her home to a motor court
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| She wouldn’t kiss him, he tried to ignore it
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| But it made him angry!
|
| (Oh boy! What a cone! I don’t believe that […])
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| What?
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|
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| He called her a pig
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| Pig pig pig
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| A slut
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| Slut slut slut
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| And a whore
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| Whore whore whore
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| A bitch
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| Bitch bitch bitch
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| And a Republican
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| Republican!
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| And she slammed
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| She slammed
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| The door
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| In a petulant frenzy!
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| A petulant frenzy!
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| This is a petulant frenzy!
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| I’m petulant
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| And I’m having a frenzy!
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|
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| On the sofa she weeps
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| BOO HOO HOO HOO!
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| She weeps and she weeps
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| BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!
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| She weeps and she peeps through the curtain
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|
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| He just got in his car
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| But the battery’s dead
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| So he asked to use the phone
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| And she gives him some head
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| And that’s the end of the story
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|
|
| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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|
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| Baby, don’t you want a MAN sometimes?
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| [Notes by FZ] My apologies to our friends in France for the lyrics here… however, there does seem to be just a tiny bit of truth to them.
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| (Isn’t that amazing?)
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| [FZ] Playin’ in a tent
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| It’s payin’ the rent
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| Pooch a civilian
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| It’s a major event
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|
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| Down in France
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| Way down in France
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| Yeah-hey
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Under France
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| The girls is all salty
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| The boys is all sweet
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| The food ain’t too shabby
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| An’ they piss in the street
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|
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| Down in France
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| Yeah now
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| Way down in France
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Down under France
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|
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| They got diseases
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| Like you never seen
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| They got a mystery blow job
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| Turn your peter green
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|
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| Down in France
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| Way down in France
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Down under France
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|
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| They got some coffee
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| Eatin’ right through the cup
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| An’ when you go ka-ka
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| They make you stand up
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|
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| Down in France
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| Yeah-hey now
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| Way down in France
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| Way on down
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Down under France
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|
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| Listen here!
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| If you’re not careful
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| It’ll stick to your cheeks
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| You’ll smell like Godzilla
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| For a couple of weeks
|
|
|
| Down in France
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| Way down in France
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| (Isn’t that amazing?)
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| Way on down
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| Wash yer gloves!
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| Way down
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Down under France
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|
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| Well, suck that harmonica, son
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|
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| We cannot wait
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| Till we go back
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| It gets so exciting
|
| When the poodles ▶ “react”
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|
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| Down in France
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| Yeah, down
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| Way down in France
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| Yeah-hey
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| Oh, whoops!
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Way on down
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| Way down
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| Never try to get yo’ peter sucked in France
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|
|
| Danger, Will Robinson!
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| Danger!
|
| [Notes by FZ] This is a hard song to play. How hard? The 1984 band never played it correctly during its 6-month tour, and the 1982 band only managed to get close on one occasion. This edit collates the best efforts of both groups.
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|
|
| [FZ] There’s a ship arriving too late
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| To save a drowning witch
|
| She was swimmin’ along, tryin’ to keep a date
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| With a Merchant Marine who told her he was really rich
|
|
|
| But it doesn’t matter no more…
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| She’s on the ocean floor
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| An’ the water’s all green down there
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| An’ it’s not very clean down there
|
|
|
| An’ water snakes an’ rusty wrecks
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| Is all that she can see
|
| As the light goes dim and she’s tryin’ to swim
|
| Will she make it?
|
| Boy, we sure hope so…
|
|
|
| Not even a witch oughta be caught on the bottom of America’s spew-infested HO-HO-HO
|
| Hey hey
|
| She could get radiation all over her
|
| She could mutate insanely…
|
| Aie-ee-aie
|
| She could mutate insanely…
|
| Earth walk
|
| Then you know, she could go on the freeway and grow up to be 15 feet tall and very, very scary-lookin’
|
| Boo-oo-ooh!
|
| BOO-OOH!
|
| And then…
|
| Cars could crash all over the place as a result of people with Hawaiian shirts ▶ on…
|
| Lookin’ up to her go HO-HO-HO
|
|
|
| Sardines in her eyebrows
|
| Lobsters up an’ down her pudenda
|
| All of them horribly large from graduation, ha ha
|
| And smelling very bad
|
| And dangerous!
|
|
|
| Maybe a submarine could save her
|
| That’s right! Yes, that’s true!
|
| And bring her back just like a mud shark ▶
|
| Tell ‘em what they win, Bob!
|
|
|
| [Ike Willis] Well, Bill, for the ladies
|
| A full week’s supply of D’Artagnan’s onion rings
|
| Ronco’s new Bandage-In-A-Bottle!
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| It won’t crack, it won’t slip, it won’t peel, it won’t budge
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| It won’t bite, it won’t fade
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| And of course a brand new, absolutely brand new…
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| New, NEW, and of course, but also a NEW CAR!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Notes by FZ] The title of this tune derives from an ancient bit of graffiti scribbled on the wall of the men’s room in the Whisky a Go Go, circa 1965.
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| Ride my face to Chicago
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| Ride it all night long
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| Ride my face to Chicago
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| Ride it all night long
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|
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| Say oo-wee-oo-oo
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| Oo-wee-oo-oo
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| You can say that!
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| Oo-wee-oo-oo
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| One more time!
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| Oo-wee-oo-oo
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| Oh, well
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| Ride my…
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| Ride my face to Chicago
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| Ride it all night long
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| Ride my face to Chicago
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| Ride it all night long
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|
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| All aboard?
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| Oo-wee-oo-oo
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| The train is leaving soon
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| Oo-wee-oo-oo
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| You must be on board with a ticket
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| Oo-wee-oo-oo
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| Will that be an aisle or a window?
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| Ride my…
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| Ride my…
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| Ride my face
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| Ride my face
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| Ride my face
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| [Instrumental]
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| Ride my face to Chicago
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| Ride it all night long
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| Ride my face to Chicago
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| Ride it all night long
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|
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| Say oo-wee-oo-wee-wee-wee-wee
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| Oo-wee-oo-oo
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| Oo-wee-wee-oo oo-wee-oo oo-wee-wee
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| Oo-wee-oo-oo
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| Tell ‘em what they win, Bob!
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| Oo-wee-oo-oo
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| From the spinning catalog!
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|
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| Ride my…
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| Ride my face
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| Ride my face
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| Pocket Fisherman!
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| Ride my face
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| Ride my face
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| Veg-O-Matic!
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| Ride my face
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| Ride my face
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| Oo-wee!
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| Ride my face
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| Ride my…
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| [Notes by FZ] This is based on a true story. Use your imagination on this one.
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| Thank you!
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| Oh, Carol!
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| Oh, Carol!
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| You was a fool
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| Carol, you fool
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| You was a fool
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| Carol, you fool
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| Carol, you fool, don’t you know you’re crazy
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| He won’t be true but your mind’s a little hazy
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| He’ll break your heart, don’t let it start
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| But if you think it’s better go ahead and buy ‘m a sweater
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|
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| Carol, you fool, you think you’ve got it so bad
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| (Thank you!)
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| Tryin’ to steal some money just to get some more of what you had
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| And he’s got the dog and he has no log
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| No, he won’t come back so put away your blackjack
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|
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| You wanna try
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| You wanna try
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| To rob some Mexican guy
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| To rob a Mexican guy
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| Beat him on the head
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| Oh, you beat him on his head
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| Maybe make him dead
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| You just might make him dead
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| Just so you can fly
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| Oh, you wanna fly
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| From Pittsburgh out to see him
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| You said you really gotta see him
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| Carol, you’re a ✄ foolish fool
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| Carol, oh-oh, girl!
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| You don’t really need him
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|
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| Carol
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| Carol
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| Carol
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| Carol
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| Fool
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| Fool
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| Oh yeah!
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| Fool
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| Carol, you fool
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|
|
| Oh
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| You wanna try
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| Oh, you said you wanna try
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| You wanna try to rob some Mexican guy
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| To rob some Mexican guy
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| To rob a Mexican guy
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| You wanna beat him all over his head
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| Beat him on the head
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| Please don’t beat him on his head, girl
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| If you wanna make him dead, who knows what you want to do ‘cause he’s not…
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| Maybe make him dead
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| You just might make him dead
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| Just so you can fly
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| You say you gotta gotta fly
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| From Pittsburgh out to see him
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| You didn’t broccoli tonight
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| Fool, you really gotta see him
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| Carol, you’re a foolish fool
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| Carol, oh-oh, girl!
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| You don’t really need him
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|
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| Carol, you fool, I think you better try again
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| Carol, you fool, don’t wanna see you cry again
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| He’s gone away, what can you say?
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| Carol, you fool, you’ll meet another engineer
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|
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| You was a fool
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| Aw, Carol, you fool
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| Carol, you fool
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| Carol, you foolish fool
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| You was a fool
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| No!
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| Oh, Carol, you…
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| Carol, you fool
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| Carol, you foolish, foolish fool
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| You was a fool
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| Oh, Carol, you fool
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| Carol, you fool
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| YOU!
|
| [Notes by FZ] “Chana” was written for my daughter, Diva, based on a story she told me when she was 4 or 5. In the middle of this version there is some sort of pseudo-musical interlude with people laughing in the background. Explanation: in the music chapter of “The Real Frank Zappa Book”, I devote some space to keyboard virtuoso Allan Zavod and his notorious “Volcano solos”. During this performance, I surprised Allan (and a few people in the audience) by leaping onto his keyboard riser, pushing him away and improvising my own stupid little “amateur volcano solo”.
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| She live in a tree
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| They call her Chana in de bushwop
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| Nine foot three
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| They call her Chana in de bushwop
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| Larger than me
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| She’s a Chana in de bushwop
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| And she’s a mystery
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| She’s a Chana in de bushwop
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|
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| They call her Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Where she goes?
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| Nobody knows
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|
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| She eats a horse
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| She’s a Chana in de bushwop
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| It’s very large of course
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| Like a Chana in de bushwop
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| She wears a dog
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| Like / Chaka Chana in de bushwop
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| And she loves that frog
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| Like / Chaka Chana in de bushwop
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|
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| They call her Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Where she goes?
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| Nobody knows
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|
|
| Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana
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| In de bushwop
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|
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana in de bushwop
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| In de bushwop
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| (Isn’t that amazing?)
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|
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| [Instrumental]
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|
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| She went to France
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| Like a Chana in de bushwop
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| And she tried to dance
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| Like a Chana in de bushwop
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| She raised a big fuss
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| Like a Chana in de bushwop
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| In the back of the bus
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| Like a Chana in de bushwop
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|
|
| One of those dudes with a long loaf of bread
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| Made a big mistake
|
| When he turned and said:
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| “Chana inne zi bouchoipe
|
| Hey! Nice volcano!
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| Chana inne zi bouchoipe”
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| Hon hon hon!
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|
|
| She banged his head
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| Like a Chana in de bushwop
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| With a loaf of bread
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| Like a Chana in de bushwop
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| She had this sucker weepin’
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| Like a Chana in de bushwop
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| ‘Bout that sausage he’s keepin’
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| Like a Chana in de bushwop
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| He stood there weepin’ on the crumbs
|
| She said:
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| “Isn’t that amazing? Oh! It’s just amazing”
|
| Ha ha ha!
|
| (That’s right!)
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| It’s… It’s broccoli for him!
|
| Yes, oh, what?
|
| (Isn’t that amazing?)
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| Oh uh…
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|
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| Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana
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| Broccoli for everyone!
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana
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| It’s on the house tonight!
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana
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| In de bushwop
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| Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana
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| In de bushwop
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|
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| Chana from de bushwop
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| From de bushwop
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| Chana from de bushwop
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| From de bushwop
|
| Ka-poo!
|
| Where’d she go?
|
| Well, I don’t know!
|
| I-da-ho!
|
| Wile E. Coyote!
|
| It wasn’t very large, there was just enough room to cram the drums
|
| In the corner over by the Dodge she was a fifty-four with a mashed up door
|
| And a cheesy little amp with a sign on the front said “Fender Champ”
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| And a second-hand guitar, it was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar
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|
|
| (Back to you, Bill!)
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|
|
| We could jam in Joe’s garage, his mama was screamin’ (THAR SHE BLOWS!) his dad was mad
|
| We was playin’ the same old song in the afternoon an’ sometimes we would
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| Play it all night long, it was all we knew, an’ easy too
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| So we wouldn’t get it wrong, even if we played it on a saxophone
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|
|
| (Sure! Isn’t that amazing?)
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|
|
| We thought we was pretty good, we talked about keepin’ the band together
|
| An’ we figured that we should ‘cause about this time we was gettin’ the eye
|
| From the girls in the neighborhood, they’d all come over an’ dance around like…
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|
|
| The diamond is the hardest substance known to man, but you can’t […]
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|
|
| So we picked out a stupid name, had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
|
| An’ we was on our way to fame (Isn’t that amazing?) got matching suits an’ Beatle boots
|
| […] a sign on the back of the car an’ we was ready to work in a go-go bar
|
| One, two, three, four, chop that broccoli some more!
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|
|
| People seemed to like our song, they got up an’ danced an’ made a lotta noise
|
| An’ it wasn’t ‘fore very long, a guy from a company we can’t name
|
| Said we oughta take his pen an’ sign on the line for a real good time
|
| But he didn’t tell us when these “good times” would be somethin’ that was really happenin’
|
| So the band broke up an’ it looks like (pooh-pooh) we will never play again (wee-ooh)
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|
|
| Guess you only get one chance in life to play a song that goes like…
|
| [Notes by FZ] About the references to the “Girl from Salt Lake City”: the afternoon before the Salt Lake City concert, our road manager got a call from a local doctor, urging him to warn everyone about a girl with dark hair, riddled with disease, who had caused severe discomfort to 24 members of the touring ensemble that had played in town just before us. Unfortunately, a few of our guys got the message too late.
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|
|
| [FZ] This is dedicated to the two guys in the crew who went to see the doctor today
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|
|
| [Ike Willis] Why does it hurt when I pee?
|
| Why does it hurt when I pee?
|
| I don’t want the doctor to stick that Utah in me
|
| Why does it hurt when I pee?
|
|
|
| I got it from the toilet seat
|
| I got it from the toilet seat
|
| It jumped right up and grabbed my meat
|
| Got it from the toilet seat
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|
|
| [Instrumental]
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|
|
| My balls feel like a pair of maracas
|
| My balls feel like a pair of maracas
|
| No, no, no, no
|
| I probably got the Salt Lake City gon-o-khackus!
|
| My balls feel like a pair of maracas
|
| Ai-ee-ai-ee-ahhhh!
|
| Why does it…
|
| Why does it…
|
| Why does it…
|
| Why does it HURT…
|
| So you don’t forget, call before midnite tonite!
|
| WHEN…
|
| Tell ‘em what they win, Bob!
|
| I…
|
| PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?
|
|
|
| [FZ] Intermission! We’ll be back in half an hour.
|
| [Notes by FZ on “YCDTOSA Sampler” - reverse translation from Spanish] This was a regular song during the 1973/74 concerts. For one reason or another, it has never been included in an album. An updated version is included in the “Republican Potpourri” of the 1988 band. In politics some things never change.
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|
| [Marty Perellis] OK, hold your applause for one second. Alright, we can come up and do another encore provided everybody provides with the liquor laws, so, pass any glasses that are on the table to the end of the aisle and Mario’ll let us do another encore, so just, anybody with a glass, don’t give the waitresses a hard time, just pass the glasses to the end of the aisle so the bus boys and waitresses can get it, and don’t say it’s the last sip. OK, and once again, Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention!
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|
|
| [FZ] Thank you!
|
| [Audience] “Zomby woof”! “I’m the slime”! “Zomby woof”!
|
| [FZ] No!
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| [Audience] Yeah!
|
| [FZ] Listen…
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| [Audience] “Louie Louie”! “My boyfriend’s back”!
|
| [FZ] Ah, they’re going to uh… reload the cameras and we’re gonna do a special… ‘nuther special number for you, ladies and gentlemen
|
| [Lewis Saul] “Dwarf Nebula processional march & Dwarf Nebula!”
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| [Audience] “Louie Louie”! “Louie Louie”!
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| [FZ] That was quite an experience. “Dwarf nebula”! Good God! Have you been there too? Ha ha. Alright! It’s audience participation time again, ladies and gentlemen. The name of this song is “Dickie’s such an asshole”, and cancel that for television too, and here’s how… here’s how the ending goes, and you can sing along. It goes…
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|
|
| DICKIE’S SUCH AN ASSHOLE
|
| Sincerely, Dick, we mean it
|
| Wee-ooo
|
|
|
| [FZ] Alright, we don’t need to practice that, you know, I’m sure you got the lick down just like El Monte, I’ll show you where it comes. It’s right at the end of the song, just where all those endings belong. Let’s give it right to them! Give it to them. I mean, this is going to them. Good Lord, we’re so professional!
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|
|
| One an’ one is eleven
|
| Two an’ two is twenty-two
|
| Won’t somebody kindly tell me ▶
|
| What the government’s tryin’ t’do?
|
|
|
| [Napoleon Murphy Brock] Dickie’s just too tricky
|
| For a chump like me to use
|
| Well, you’d take that sub-committee serious, boy
|
| You might get a seizure from the evenin’ news
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|
|
| Well yeah yeah
|
| Millions an’ millions of dollars
|
| Much as he might need
|
| He could open up a chain of motels, people
|
| On the highway, yes indeed
|
|
|
| Quadrophonic desperation!
|
| You know, there’d be a cable all under your bed
|
| Well, if you just might break some wind in your slumber
|
| The FBI is gonna get your number
|
|
|
| GONNA GET YA…
|
| GONNA GET YA…
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| GONNA JUMP UP THE SUB-COMMITTEE AND GET YA!
|
|
|
| Gonna get your number
|
| The FBI
|
| Gonna get your number
|
| The FBI
|
| Gonna get your number
|
| The FBI
|
| Gonna get your number
|
| The FBI
|
| Done got your number
|
| The FBI
|
| Done got your number
|
| The FBI
|
| Gonna get your number
|
| The FBI
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| Gonna get your number
|
|
|
| GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
|
| GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
|
|
|
| Tryin’ not to worry
|
| Tryin’ not to care
|
| But you know I get delighted
|
| When some microphone’s not there
|
|
|
| Can’t have no private conversations
|
| Nowhere
|
| In the USA
|
| Can’t wait ‘til the rest of the people all over the world
|
| Find out that their government
|
| Is just the same ol’ way
|
| Yeah, every day
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|
|
| [Instrumental]
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|
|
| [Napoleon Murphy Brock] Let me tell you one thing right now
|
| Let me tell you one thing right here
|
| Let me make this perfectly clear
|
| Let me tell you ‘bout this right here
|
| You know you put me in office
|
| So you must have wanted me in office
|
| I’ve did you no harm
|
| You know I’m not a crook
|
| You know I’m innocent
|
| I had twenty-five tapes
|
| I only have ten
|
| I don’t know what happened to the rest
|
| Musta gave ‘em to a friend
|
| Bebe
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| Somebody
|
| Ronald
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| Somebody
|
| Who
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| Was it?
|
| Who?
|
| We know you’re not a crook
|
| We know you’re not a crook
|
| All we wanna say is one more thing now
|
|
|
| The gangster stepped right up
|
| Kissed him on the lip, 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, oh!
|
| He’s got a conscience, oh, he’s got a conscience as black as sin
|
| There’s just one thing I wanna know:
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| How’d that asshole ever manage to get in?
|
|
|
| [FZ] Here it comes, ladies and gentlemen, sing right along
|
|
|
| [Napoleon Murphy Brock] DICKIE’S SUCH AN ASSHOLE
|
|
|
| [FZ] Sincerely, Dick, we mean it
|
| Wee-ooo
|
|
|
| [?] You missed your girl out there
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| [Terry Bozzio] Lemme tell ya…
|
| I love this man, I work for this man, but this show has like pushed me beyond the brink of what I can physically…
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| [Roy Estrada] WHOAAAH!
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Withstand. My hands are… I mean, look at these calluses! Jesus Christ! I’ve had a hard tour, I mean, Jesus, we had the… the… the fucking road manager committed suicide…
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| [Adrian Belew] Oh, Terry!
|
| [Terry Bozzio] Then my girlfriend fell out the fuckin’ window
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| [Adrian Belew] Oh, Terry!
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| [Terry Bozzio] I mean, it’s been hard, you know, and… and now, man! I mean, shit, this fuckin’ shit, I mean, we have to do two… two fuckin’ shows, two nights in a row! You know what it’s like to beat the shit out of the fuckin’ drums? Two shows…
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| [Adrian Belew] Two nights in a row
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| [Terry Bozzio] Two nights in a ROW? I MEAN I CAN’T FUCKIN’ TAKE THAT KINDA SHIT!
|
| [Adrian Belew] HE CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! He can’t take it anymore, look at his hands.
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| [Terry Bozzio] My hands, hey, I feel like I’ve been pounding nails, I feel like I’ve been hittin’ my goddamn hands with a hammer!
|
| [Notes by FZ] This drum solo is one of Terry’s more dramatic efforts. With all the freeze-dried drum sounds heard on records today, this ambient 4-track recording of real drums, well tuned, played with real skill serves as a historic document. There is a whole generation of listeners out there who have never heard what real drums are supposed to sound like.
|
| [Notes by FZ] The first part of this edit is the only surviving tape of the original “Zoot” arrangement (from the same Tokyo concert as Terry’s drum solo). The solo section is from the opening number of a 1982 outdoor concert, performed in a small bullfight ring in the south of France.
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| [Notes by FZ] This difficult sequence was performed and broadcast live as part of an MTV Halloween Special in 1981. The “You Are What You Is” album has layer upon layer of overdubs and many bizarre edits. The nightly challenge for the 1981 band was to replicate it, edits and all, on a live concert stage.
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|
|
| [FZ & Ray White] You’re the ol’ lady from the society pages
|
| From a small town somewhere I used to be
|
| You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff
|
| That didn’t appeal to me
|
|
|
| Ol’ lady, ol’ lady
|
| Ol’ lady, ol’ lady
|
| Ol’ lady, ol’ lady
|
| Ol’ lady, ol’ lady
|
|
|
| The hospital plans (yer brother drew ‘em all)
|
| You ran the paper an’ the Charity Ball
|
| Every day, on the third or fourth page
|
| There you was… you was quite the rage
|
|
|
| [Ray White] Somehow, you was all kinda cheap an’ wrong
|
| Just like in a lotta small towns
|
| [FZ & Ray White] Where folks like you
|
| Hang around too long
|
| [Ray White] And pass out jobs
|
|
|
| To yer relatives an’ such
|
| So you all keeps a lot
|
| [FZ & Ray White] ‘Cept but nobody else
|
| Ever gets too much
|
| [Ray White] To speak of…
|
| But so what? What can you say?
|
| [FZ & Ray White] So long as the trash gets picked up
|
| So long as the trash gets locked up
|
| Just so the trash don’t stack up
|
|
|
| Someday you won’t be
|
| On page three
|
| Or page four
|
| Anymore
|
|
|
| Ol’ lady, ol’ lady
|
| Ol’ lady, ol’ lady
|
| Ol’ lady, ol’ lady
|
| Ol’ lady, ol’ lady
|
|
|
| By the grace of God you had a son
|
| He’s the one and only one
|
| He grew up and by and by
|
| He came to be a Beautiful Guy
|
| [Ray White] I’m a beautiful guy
|
| And you have walked by
|
| I gave you the eye
|
| But you pretend to be shy
|
|
|
| But I’m a beautiful guy
|
| (You know what I mean? You know what I mean?)
|
| And so I wanna know why, why, why
|
| You make me cry, cry, cry
|
| ‘Cause you wanna try, try, try
|
| Some stupid game on me
|
|
|
| They’re drinking lighter
|
| They’re full of water
|
| I hear them say: “Let’s jog…”
|
| They’re playing tennis
|
| Their butts are tighter
|
| What could be whiter?
|
| Hey?
|
|
|
| Your athletic approach has a lot of appeal
|
| The girl is responding to your little deal
|
| She’s modern an’ empty an’ totally vain
|
| But beauty, of course, can feel no pain
|
| No pain
|
| No pain
|
| No pain
|
| [FZ & Ray White] Beauty knows no pain
|
| So what you cryin’ about
|
| Girl?
|
| Beauty knows no pain
|
| So what you cryin’ about
|
| Girl?
|
| Beauty knows no…
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| Beauty knows no…
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| Beauty knows no…
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| Even if you’re plain
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| You could be tryin’ it out
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| Girl!
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| Even if you’re plain
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| You could be tryin’ it out
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| Girl!
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| Beauty is no…
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| Beauty is no…
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| Beauty is no…
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| [FZ] Beauty is a bikini wax an’ waitin’ for your nails to dry
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| Beauty is a colored pencil, scribbled all around your eye
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| Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die
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| [FZ & Ray White] Beauty is a…
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| Beauty is a…
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| Beauty is a… LIE!
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| [Ray White] But you don’t care if it’s a lie
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| ‘Cause you are such A BEAUTIFUL GUY!
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| ARF
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| Your head is north and your feet is south
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| And you save the rest for Charlie’s mouth
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| Your head is north and your feet is south
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| And you save the rest for Charlie’s enormous mouth…
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| Enormous mouth…
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| [FZ & Ray White] Charlie’s enormous mouth, well, it’s awright
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| The girl’s got a very large mouth, but it’s awright
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| Her teeth look OK, she must be brushin’ ‘em quite a bit
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| ‘Course her mouth is extra large
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| An’ we can only assume as to how she’s been usin’ it
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| Charlie’s enormous mouth, well, it’s awright
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| The girl got a very large mouth, but it’s awright
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| She got lips all around the hole
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| Where she puts her food in
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| They call it “the mouth”
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| They call it “the mouth”
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| They call it “the mouth”
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| Which is as good a place as any for a tongue to include in
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| That’s why they call it “the mouth”
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| They call it “the mouth”
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| They call it “the mouth”
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| La-la-la la-la la-la
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| La-la-la la-la la-la
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| KINDA YOUNG, KINDA WOW! ▶
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| Charlie’s enormous nose, well, it’s all white
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| The girl got a very large nose, but it’s all white
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| It once was OK but she’s been blowin’ it quite a bit
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| ‘Course her friends are extra large
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| An’ we can only assume as to how she’s been choosin’ it
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| Charlie’s enormous nose, well, it’s all white
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| The girl got a very large nose, but it’s all white
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| She got stuff all around the hole
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| Where she puts her spoon in
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| They call it “the nose”
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| They call it “the nose”
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| They call it “the nose”
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| And when it finally rots away I guess you’d prob’ly drive a truck in…
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| They used to call it “the nose”
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| They call it “the nose”
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| They call it “the nose”
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| La-la-la la-la la-la
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| La-la-la la-la la-la
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| KINDA YOUNG, KINDA DEAD!
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| Charlie’s disgusting brain, well, it’s all black
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| The girl got a very dead brain, it won’t come back
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| She used to convey but then she took an extra hit
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| ‘Course her friends are extra dumb
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| An’ they were terribly excited while they watched her doin’ it
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| Charlie’s disgusting brain, well, it’s all black
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| The girl got a very dead brain, it won’t come back
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| She’s got dirt all around the hole
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| Where they dumped her box in
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| They call it “the grave”
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| They call it “the grave”
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| They call it “the grave”
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| Which is as good a place as any for a chump to repose in…
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| That’s why they call it “the grave”
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| They call it “the grave”…
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| They call it “the grave”…
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| [Notes by FZ] The front part of this song starts out with an extract from the 1984 Thanksgiving show and edits to the beginning of the riot in Palermo, Sicily, 1982. You can hear a loud “crack” as the first tear gas grenade is launched, causing all of us to fumble in confusion momentarily. We couldn’t see what was going on out in the middle of the soccer field. The Army and the local Police (who didn’t like each other, and who were completely uncoordinated) began a random process of blasting these little presents into the crowd. We could see fires in the distant bleachers. Tear gas seeped onto the stage. We continued the show in spite of this. (Video coverage of part of this event is included in “The Dub Room Special” available through Barfko-Swill).
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| [FZ] Chop a line now! ▶
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| Cocaine decisions…
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| You are a person with a snow job
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| You got a fancy gotta-go job
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| Where the cocaine decision that you make today
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| Will mean that millions somewhere else will do it your way
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| Cocaine decisions…
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| You are a person who is high class
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| You are a person not in my class
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| And the cocaine decision that you make today
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| Will mean nothing later on when you get nose decay
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| I don’t wanna know ‘bout the things that you pull
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| Outta your nose or where they goes
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| But if you are wasted from the stuff you’re stickin’ in it
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| I get madder every day ‘cause what you do an’ what you say affects my life in such a way
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| I learn to hate it every minute!
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| Aie-aie-aie-aiee!
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| -cisions…
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| You are a doctor or a lawyer
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| You got an office with a foyer
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| Where the cocaine decision that you make today
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| Will not be discovered till it’s over an’ done by the customers you hold at bay
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| Cocaine decisions…
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| You are a movie business guy
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| You have accountants who supply
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| The necessary figures to determine when you fly
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| To Acapulco, where all your friends go
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| [FZ] Massimo, come here! (Yeah, bring the band on down behind me, boys)
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| [Massimo Bassoli] Ragazzi per favore, Zappa vorrebbe dirvi di stare calmi, di non gettare niente nello stadio e di non… avere problemi con la polizia, cercate di stare calmi. Non sappiamo esattamente cosa sta succedendo, però cercate di mantenere la calma così si può andare avanti con lo spettacolo.
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| [FZ] Now listen! We want to continue the concert, we want to keep playing music. Will you please be calm, sit down and relax so we can play music.
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| Seduti, per favore!
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| [Guy #1] Ma che è?
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| [Guy #2] Hanno rotto… Hanno rotto ‘sta porta qui, no? Hanno rotto ‘sta porta qui che veniva in campo, allora siccome la polizia si è… l’ha trovata aperta, non voleva che entrasse tutta la gente. Capito?
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| [FZ] Nig biz
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| [Notes by FZ] Ray White (lead vocal and first guitar solo on this cut) was choking on tear gas while performing this. (There exists a piece of video showing John Smothers wiping Ray’s eyes with a wet rag just as he begins his guitar solo).
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| This was the last show the 1982 band ever played.
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| [Ray White] I signed on the line
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| For seven long years
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| They said I’d be a big star
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| They said I’d get a big car
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| All the coke I could toot
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| All the dope I could shoot
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| All the smoke I could smoke
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| But now I’m beat up an’ broke
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| They said I oughta re-record
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| ♫ “The tracks of my tears”
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| They said: “Hey! This is it!
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| It’s gonna be a big hit”
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| With my name up in lights
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| And some custom-made tights
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| All the girls call my name
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| (Massimo!)
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| But it was all just a game
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| Nigger biznis
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| Nigger biznis
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| Well, nigger biznis all the time
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| Well, nigger biznis has brought disaster
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| On top of this here heart of mine
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| [FZ] Right now’s the time to play the blues!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ray White] Well, one day that contract will expire
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| One day I will be free
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| From that Nig
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| Oh!
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| Oh, Nig-ig-ig
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| Oh!
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| Nigger biznis office
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| Nigger biznis office
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| Representing me
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| Nigger biznis
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| Nigger biznis
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| Oh, nigger biznis all the time, all along
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| Well, nigger biznis has brought destruction
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| Which is why you’re hearin’ this song
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| [Notes by FZ] Just about every one of our touring bands has played its own customized arrangement of this song. The unique features of this edit include the “mystery word” vocal section in the front section (video of this is included in the Honker release “Video from Hell”), Ian Underwood’s wah-wah pedal alto sax solo, and the two guitar solos. The 1982 solo from Dijon is played on a customized mini-guitar, tuned to F#. It had a nasty sound and absolutely refused to stay in tune. Throughout the ‘82 tour I struggled to get something useful out of it during the solo sections in “King Kong”. I got close twice. The solo included here is the more deranged of the two.
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| The 1971 Rainbow Theatre show was a disaster. The week before, all of our touring gear was destroyed in a fire which occurred in the middle of Don Preston’s “King Kong” mini-moog solo in Montreux, Switzerland. As a result, everybody in the band had new equipment at the Rainbow, and half of it didn’t work. The guitar I was playing (a stock Fender Telecaster with chubby strings) had a reasonable tone but was a nightmare to play. This was the last solo I played in 1971: a few moments later some guy knocked me off the stage into the orchestra pit and I wound up in the hospital (the tape ran out before my crash-landing otherwise I would have included it here).
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| The stuff about “I want a garden…” (from a 1982 show at the Hammersmith Odeon, in London) is a reference to the guy who recited “spontaneous poetry” during a performance of “Saint Alfonzo’s pancake breakfast” in 1979 (“YCDTOSA Volume 1” ▲).
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| [Notes by FZ on “YCDTOSA Sampler” - reverse translation from Spanish] This concert hall in Metz has perhaps the most detestable acoustic among all the venues in the continent. Everybody in the band was depressed for the incredible eco present during the concert (which could continue to reverberate while you are reading this). In any case, at the end of the tour, when I listened the recorded tapes, I discovered some interesting details in that concert, and they all found their place in the series. It is also worth noting that a video with the execution of this piece is included in “Video from Hell”, towards the end.
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| [Instrumental]
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| AAAAH
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| Oui!
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| AAAAAAH
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| Bidet!
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| Sport shirt
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| BLOOOW JOB
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| Jambon
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| Corn hole!
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| Sport shirt!
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| Bidet!
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| Corn… hole
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| Jambon
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| BLOOOW JOB
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| Corn hole!
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| Bidet!
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| Sport shirt
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| Bidet!
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| Sport shirt, sport shirt, sport shirt, sport shirt
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| Bidet!
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| OOO-AHH!
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| Bidet!
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| Bidet, bidet, bidet, bidet, bidet, bidet, bidet, bidet, bidet, bi…
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| Corn hole, corn hole
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| Sport shirt, sport shirt, sport shirt, sport shirt, sport shirt
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| BLOW JOB! BLOW JOB! BLOW JOB!
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| Jambon, jambon, jambon, jambon
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| Cochon
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| Bidet! Bidet!
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| Sport shirt, sport shirt
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| COOOOORN-HOOOOLE!
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| [Ed Mann] Thank you
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| Oh thank you, you’re really too kind
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| Thank you, thank you so much
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| Thank you, thank you
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| Blow job!
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| [FZ] Ed Mann, ladies and gentlemen!
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| Oui!
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| Avec oui, oui
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| Sport shirt
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| Now for the next part of our program we’d like to present uh…
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| BLOW JOB!
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| BIDET! BLOW JOB!
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| Jambon! Corn hole!
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| Jambon! BLOW JOB!
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| Jambon… bidet! Blow job… bidet!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] I want a garden!
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| I want a garden!
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| I want a garden!
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I WANT A NUN ▶
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I WANT A NUN
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I WANT A BURRO
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IN THE FROSTY LIGHT!
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| I want a garden!
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I WANT A NUN
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| I want a garden
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| Just like the garden
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| That that asshole came up here on the stage and sang about, three years ago ▲
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| He came up out of the audience
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| He said: “I want a garden!
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| I want a garden!
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| I wanna water it with my tears”
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| And then Denny Walley said:
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| [Denny Walley] “Oh, you want kindergarten!”
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| [Instrumental]
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| Hail CAESAR!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Notes by FZ on “YCDTOSA Sampler” - reverse translation from Spanish] One of the things that happened while touring was the “mutation of the lyrics”, inspired by events that took place, audience participation or, as in this case, nonsense. For some unknown reason this concert has been infested with references to Lone Ranger. Just another proof that touring can make you crazy ▶.
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| [FZ] The mystery man came over
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| An’ he said: “I’m outasite”
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| He said for a nominal service charge
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| I could reach Nervonna t’nite
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| If I was ready, willing an’ able ▶
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| To pay him his regular fee
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| He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
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| And devote his attention to me
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| But I said:
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| “Look here, brother, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| Now, what kind of a MASKED MAN are you anyway?
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| Look here, brother, don’t you waste your time on me”
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| The mystery man got nervous
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| An’ he sorta fidget around a bit
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| He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
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| An’ he whipped out a shaving kit
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| Now, I thought it was a razor
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| An’ a can of foamin’ goo
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| But he told me right then when the top popped open
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| There was nothin’ his box won’t do
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| With the oil of Hi-yo, Silver
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| An’ the dust of the Grand Wazoo ▶
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| He said: “You might not believe this, Tonto, but it’ll fix up that war-paint for ya too!”
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| An’ I said:
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| “Look here, brother
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| Thank you, Masked Man, thank you!
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| Who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| Ah! Masked Man’s a fag!
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| Look here, brother, don’t you waste your time on me”
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| [Instrumental]
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| “I’ve got troubles of my own” I said
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| “An’ you can’t help me out
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| So take your meditations an’ your preparations
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| An’ cram it up yer snout”
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| “BUT I GOT A SILVER BOLE!”
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| He said, an’ held it on up to his horse
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| So I snatched it all away from him
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| An’ I showed him how to do it right, of course
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| I wrapped a newspaper ‘round my head
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| So I’d look like I was Deep
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| I said some mumbo jumbos then
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| I told him he was goin’ to sleep
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| I robbed his rings an’ his pocket watch
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| An’ everything else I found
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| I had that sucker / swami hypnotized
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| He couldn’t even make a sound
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| Where’d you get those beautiful…?
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| I proceeded to tell him his future then
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| As long as he was hanging around
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| I said: “The price of pyjamas has just gone up
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| An’ that ol’ swami have just gone down…”
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| Uh-oh!
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| Look here, swami, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| (Now, is that a real poncho or is that a Seattle poncho? ▶ Who can tell anymore?)
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| Don’t you know? You could make more money in syndication
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| So don’t you waste your trap on me
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| Don’t Sri Chin— don’t Sri Chinmoy on me
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| Ohm shanti, ohm shanti, ohm Navy-ohm
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| [FZ] Ray White, Chad Wackerman, Scott Thunes, Allan Zavod, Bobby Martin, Ike Willis. Thank you!
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