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Live at Nouvel Hippodrome Porte de Pantin, Paris, France - February 24, 1979

Beat the boots I - Anyway the wind blows

 

Disc 1
  1 Watermelon in Easter hay
  2 Dead girls of London [Frank Zappa, Lakshminarayana Shankar]
  3 Ain’t got no heart
  4 Brown shoes don’t make it
  5 Cosmik debris
  6 Tryin’ to grow a chin
  7 City of tiny lights
  8 Dancin’ fool
  9 Easy meat

 

Disc 2
  1 Jumbo go away
  2 Andy
  3 Inca roads
  4 Florentine Pogen
  5 Honey, don’t you want a man like me?
  6 Keep it greasy
  7 The meek shall inherit nothing
  8 Another cheap aroma {For the young sophisticate}
  9 Wet T-shirt night {Fembot in a wet T-shirt}
10 Why does it hurt when I pee?
11 Peaches en regalia

 

All compositions by Frank Zappa, except as noted above.


Disc 1

1. Watermelon in Easter hay


[Instrumental]
 
[FZ] Hi, everybody. Welcome to the first show. I’d like to introduce you to the members of our rocking teen-age combo this afternoon:
Denny Walley on guitar and vocals
Ike Willis on guitar and vocals
Tommy Mars on keyboards
Ed Mann on percussion
Peter Wolf on keyboards
Vince Colaiuta on drums
Arthur Barrow on bass
And Sofia Warren on guitar

2. Dead girls of London


[FZ] Do you see what they are? Do you hear what they say? People, it is sad but true
They’re dressed really stupid but they think they’re OK and they got no use for you
Oh, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
 
Maybe it’s the water, mama, maybe it’s the tea
Maybe it’s the way they was raised
Maybe it’s the stuff what they read in the papers keeps them lookin’ sorta half in a daze
Oh, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
 
We’re the dead girls of London
We thinks we are fine
We ain’t hittin’ on nothin’
But the boutique frame of mind
 
You see ‘em dancing at the disco every night like a bunch of little robot queens
Making little noises full of fake delight but they’re really just so full of beans
Oh, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
 
We’re the dead girls of London
We thinks we are fine
We ain’t hittin’ on nothin’
But the boutique frame of mind
 
Hey, boutique frame of mind
Boutique frame of mind
Boutique frame of mind
Boutique frame of mind

3. Ain’t got no heart


[FZ] Ain’t got no heart
I ain’t got no heart to give away
I sit and laugh at fools in love
Ha ha ha!
There ain’t no such thing as love
Ha ha ha!
No angels singing up above today
 
Girl, I don’t believe
Girl, I don’t believe in what you say
You say your heart is only mine
I say to you: “You must be blind
What makes you think that you’re so fine
 
That I would throw away
The groovy life I lead?
‘Cause, baby, what you got, yeah
It sure ain’t what I need
 
Girl, you’d better go
Girl, you’d better go away
I think that life with you would be
Just not quite the thing for me
Why is it so hard to see my way?
 
Why should I be stuck with you?
It’s just not what I want to do
Why should an embrace or two
Make me such a part of you?”
I ain’t got no heart to give away
Away

4. Brown shoes don’t make it


[FZ] Brown shoes don’t make it
Brown shoes don’t make it
Quit school, why fake it?
Brown shoes don’t make it
 

TV dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You’re OK, he’s too weird
Be a plumber
He’s a bummer
He’s a bummer
Every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot for a world that doesn’t care…
 
Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes & cut your hair
 
Be a jerk - Go t’woik
Be a jerk - Go t’woik
Be a jerk - Go t’woik
Be a jerk - Go t’woik
Do your job & do it right
Life’s a ball
TV tonight…
Do you love it?
Do you hate it?
There it is… the way you made it
WOW!
 
A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer… in a desk by a Naugahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool past the girls in the office
 
Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche
 
We see in the back of the City Hall mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
 
OFF with her clothes and INTO a bed
Where she tickles his fancy all night long
 
His wife’s attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed, his teen-age queen
Is rocking & rolling & acting obscene
 
BABY, BABY
Hratche-plche hratche-plche
BABY, BABY
Hratche-plche hratche-plche
 
And he loves it, he loves it, it curls up his toes
She bites his fat neck and it lights up his nose
But he cannot be fooled, old City Hall Fred
She’s nasty, she’s nasty, she digs it in bed!
 
Do it again and do it some more
That does it, by golly-he-he and she’s nasty for sure
Nasty nasty nasty, nasty nasty nasty
(Only thirteen and she knows how to nasty…)
 
She’s a dirty young mind, corrupted, corroded
Well, she’s thirteen today and I hear she gets loaded
[FZ] P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
P-bum
 
If she were my daughter, I’d…
What would you do, Frankie?
If she were my daughter, I’d…
What would you do, Frankie?
If she were my daughter, I’d…
What would you do, Frankie?
Hey, get this…
 
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby!
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again
She’s my teen-age baby, she turns me on
I’d like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
And boogie till the cows come home
 
Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the Gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys

TV dinner by the pool, I’m so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball, I run the world from City Hall!
 
[Instrumental]

5. Cosmik debris


[FZ] The mystery man came over
An’ he said: “I’m outasite
He said for a nominal service charge
I could reach Nervonna tonite
 

If I was ready, willing an’ able
To pay him his regular fee
He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
And devote his attention to me
But I said:
 
Look here, brother, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
Now, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
Look here, brother, don’t you waste your time on me”
 
The mystery man got nervous
An’ he fidget around a bit
He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
An’ he whipped out a shaving kit
 
Now, I thought it was a razor
An’ a can of foamin’ goo
But he told me right then when the top popped open
There was nothin’ his box won’t do
 
With the oil of Afro Dytee

An’ the dust of the Grand Wazoo
He said: “You might not believe this, little fellow, but it’ll cure your asthma too!”
I said:
 
Look here, brother, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?

(Now, is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho , huh?)
Look here, brother, don’t you waste your time on me”
 
Sofia Warren!
 
[Instrumental]
 
“I’ve got troubles of my own” I said
“An’ you can’t help me out
So take your meditations an’ your preparations
An’ cram it up your snout”
 
“But I got a kristl bole!”
He said, an’ held it on up to the light
So I snatched it all away from him
An’ showed him how to do it right
 
[Ike Willis] I wrapped a newspaper ‘round my head
So I looked like I was Deep
I said some mumbo jumbos then
I told him he was goin’ to sleep
 
I stole his ring an’ his pocket watch
An’ everything else I found
I had that sucker hypnotized
He couldn’t even make a sound
 
I proceeded to tell him his future then
As long as he was hangin’ around
I said:
[FZ] “The price of meat has just gone up
An’ your old lady has just gone down…”
 
Look here, brother, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
Now, what kind of a guru are you anyway?
Don’t you know? You could make more money as a butcher
So don’t you waste your time on me
Don’t waste it, don’t waste your time on me
Ohm shanti, ohm shanti, ohm shanti-ooooo

6. Tryin’ to grow a chin


[Denny Walley] I’m only fourteen, sickly an’ thin
Tried all of my life just to grow me a chin
Popped out once, yeah, but dad pushed it in
Tell me, why did he hurt me?
Lord, he’s my next of kin…
He’s a mex-i-kin
 
I’m lonely an’ green, too small for my shirt
If Simmons was here I could feature my hurt
Scared of the future an’ hope I don’t grow
Hey, listen, I know nobody likes me
‘Cause everywhere I go
They say no
They say no!
They say NO!
Owww, they say no!
 
Now that I am older, I got a place in the town, babe
I got a chin on my shoulder an’ it keeps growing down an’ down an’ down
I’m horny an’ lonely, an’ I wish I was dead
Somebody tell me why am I livin’?
Lord, I wanna be dead instead
You heard me right
I wanna be dead instead
 
I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
‘Cause that would thrill me
[Repeat]
 

One more time for the world!
 
I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
‘Cause that would thrill me
[Repeat]

7. City of tiny lights


[Denny Walley] City of tiny lites
Don’t you wanna go?
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
 
Tiny lightnin’
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Hey, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies
That the peoples eats
 
City of tiny lites
Well, maybe you should know
That it’s over there
In the tiny dirt somewhere
 
[FZ] You can see it any time
When you get the squints
From your downers and your wine
You’re so big
It’s so tiny
Every cloud is silver line-y
The great escape for all of you
 
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Denny Walley] City of tiny lites
Mmmh, don’t you wanna go?
Hear the tiny auto horns
Mmmh, when they tiny blow
 
Tiny lightnin’
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Hey, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
 
And it’s over there
And it’s over there
And it’s over there
And it’s over there

8. Dancin’ fool


[FZ] I don’t know much about dancin’, that’s why I got this song

One of my legs is shorter than the other an’ both my feet’s too long
‘Course now right along with ‘em, I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin’ every night, hopin’ one day I might get it right
 
I’m a… dancin’ fool
Dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
Dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
 
I hear that beat, I jump outta my seat, but I can’t compete
‘Cause I’m a… dancin’ fool
Dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
 
The disco folks all dressed up like they’s fit to kill
I walk on in an’ see ‘em there gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin’ they all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit my social suicide
 
I’m a… dancin’ fool
Dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
Dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
 
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
 
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
 
I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
 

Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa!
 
I got it all together now with my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirt’s half open, t’show you my chain an’ the spoon for up my nose
“I am really somethin’”, that’s what you’d probably say
So smoke your little smoke, drink your little drink, while I dance all night away
 
I’m a… dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
I’m a… dancin’ fool
HE’S A… DANCIN’ FOOL
 
I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
I may be totally wrong but I’m a FOOL-UH!
 
Oh, girl
Say, darlin’… can I buy ya a drink?
Are you lookin’ for Monsieur Goodbar?
Wait a minute… I’ve got it… you’re an Italian!
What? You’re Jewish? No foolin’
Love your nails…
You must be a Libra…
Your place or mine?

9. Easy meat


[Ike Willis] This girl is easy meat
I seen her on the street

See-through blouse an’ a tiny little dress
Her manner indiscreet…
 
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy…
Easy, easy…
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
 
She want to take me home
Make me sweat and moan
Rub my head and beat me off
With a copy of Rolling Stone
 
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy…
Easy, easy…
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Ike Willis] I told her I was late
I had another date
I can’t get off on the Rolling Stone
But the robots think it’s great…
 
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy, easy meat
Easy, easy…
Easy, easy…
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
 
Easy…
Oh, you know the girl’s so easy
Easy…
Oh, saw her tiny titties through her see-through blouse
I just had to take the girl to my house
Easy… MEAT!

Disc 2

1. Jumbo go away


Jumbo, go away
Jumbo, go away
Jumbo, go away
Jumbo, leave me alone
Get your head off my bone
I wanna go home
 
Jumbo, lighten up
Jumbo, lighten up
Jumbo, lighten up
Jumbo, give me a break
Lighten up on my snake
That’s all I can take
 
[Instrumental]
 
Jumbo, gotta go
Jumbo, gotta go
Jumbo, gotta go
Jumbo, better get back
Come on now, get back, Jumbo
Or your eye will get black
When I give you a smack
 
Jumbo, don’t you cry
Boo-hoo-hoo
Jumbo, don’t you cry
Jumbo, don’t you cry
Jumbo, this is goodbye
Goodbye, Jumbo
I ain’t gonna lie
So wash up your pie
Wash up your pie
Yeah
Wash up your pie
Yeah
Wash up your pie
Didn’t nobody ever tell you about soap and water darling?
Wash up your pie

HtO
Yeah
 
Jumbo, go away

2. Andy


[Ike Willis] Is there anything good inside of you? If there is, I really wanna know
Is there anything good inside of you?
If there is, I really wanna…
Know
Is there anything…
Good inside of you? If there is, I really wanna…
Know
Is there?
 
Is there anything good inside of you?
If there is, I really wanna know
Is there anything good inside of you?
If there is, I really wanna know, really wanna know
 
Something
Something
 
Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Ike Willis] Do you know what I’m really telling you?
Is it something that you can understand?
Do you know what I’m really telling you?
Is it something that you can understand?
Do you know what I’m really telling you?
Is it something that you can understand?
Do you know what I’m really telling you?
Is it something that you can understand?
 
Andy de vine (de vine)
Had a thong rind (rind)
It was sublime (sublime)
But the wrong kind
 
Andy de vine (de vine)
Had a thong rind (rind)
It was sublime (sublime)
But the wrong kind
 
Have I aligned
With a blown mind?
I said, wasted my time
On the wrong kind?
 
Have I aligned
With a blown mind?
I said, wasted my time
On the wrong kind?
 
Oh, Andy
Andy
Andy, Andy
A thong rind
It was sublime, now y’all…
But the wrong kind
Aah yah ah yeah yeah

3. Inca roads


[Ike Willis] Did a vehicle come from somewhere out there
Just to land in the Andes?
Was it round and did it have a motor
Or was it something different?
 
You know, honey, I haven’t seen nothing like that in my entire life
Who’s python boot was that?
Sharpen that damn shit
License plates all over the place
My shoe
What can I say?
Mother Mary and Jozuf!
 
Did a vehicle
Did a vehicle, did a vehicle
Fly along the mountains
And find a place to park itself?
Park it… se-e-e-elf
PARK IT, PARK IT
 
Or did someone build a place
To leave a space
For such a thing to land?
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Ike Willis] Did a vehicle come from somewhere out there? Did a vehicle come
Come from somewhere out there? Did the Indians, first on the bill, carve up the hill?
 
[Instrumental]

4. Florentine Pogen


[Instrumental]
 
Ah-oh-oh-oh ah-oh-oh-oh ah-oh-oh-oh oh-oh
 
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Yow-ooh
Yow-yoo-yow
La-la la-la la-la la-la
Ba-la ba-la na-la
 
[Ike Willis] She was the daughter of a wealthy Florentine Pogen
You-ooh
Read ‘em an’ weep” was her adjustable slogan
 
She was a debutante daisy with a color-note organ
Deep in the street she drove a ‘59 Morgan
 
WOO-LAH!
 
That’s the kinda step she takes when her hot breaks, hot brakes
That’s the kinda sound she makes (Ooh, let go) when her crab cakes
 
She didn’t like it when her fan belt shrunk & got shorter
(Ointment)
Battery leaks could nearly cost her a quarter
 
She didn’t want to go home an’ watch the pestle go mortar
Later she speaks on how Perellis might court her
 
Na-na-na na-na-noo
Na-na-na yah-ah-hoo
Na-na-na na-na-noo
Na-na-na yah-ah-hoo
 
She was the daughter (ah-ah-ahhh) of a wealthy Florentine Pogen
Po-oh
Wo-oh-oh
Po-oh
Wo-oh-oh
Po-oh
Wo-oh-oh
Ha-ya-ee-annnn
 
Read ‘em an’ weep
Take the booger home with you to…
Read ‘em an’ weep
Take the booger home with you to…
Read ‘em an’ weep
 
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-hah
Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-hah
 
Chester’s go-rilla
She go oink
Chester’s go-rilla
She go quack
Chester’s go-rilla
She go MOO
Chester’s go-rilla
She go…

5. Honey, don’t you want a man like me?


[FZ] Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
 
He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
His fav’rite phrase was “Outa-site
He had an Irish Setter
Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche arf
 
It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
The moon was dim, the band was tight
They did the Bump together
 
What a splendid sight
Her teeth were white
The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite)
He was glad that he met her
 
She was an office girl, “My name is Betty”
Her fav’rite group was HELEN REDDY
(They discussed the weather!)
 
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a…
Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
 
She was a lonely sort, just a little too short
Her jokes were dumb and her fav’rite sport
Was hockey (in the winter)
[Mumble]
 
He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
Any sport with a PUCK had to be ‘bout the best
As he jabbed his elbow in her
(Ah, you get it baby, you know what I mean)
 
Later on they went off to where the music was soft
The candles were drippy, they saw a real hippy
Who delivered their dinner
 
The rice was brown and soon they found
That the crowd around that had jammed the room
Well, it seemed to be getting thinner
 
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a…
Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
 
He took her home to a motor court
She wouldn’t kiss him, he tried to ignore it
But it made him angry!
[Mumble]
 
He called her a pig
Pig pig
A slut and a whore
Whore whore
A bitch
Bitch bitch
And a cunt
And she slammed the door
The door!
In a petulant frenzy!
A petulant frenzy!
This is a petulant frenzy!
Oooh!
I’m petulant
And I’m havin’ a frenzy!
 
On the sofa she weeps
BOO HOO HOO HOO!
She weeps and she weeps
BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!
She weeps and she peeps through the curtain
 
He just got in his car
But the battery’s dead
So he has to use the phone
And she gives him some head
And that’s the end of the story
 
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a…
Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
 
Baby, don’t you want a MAN sometime?

6. Keep it greasy


[FZ & Ike Willis] Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
 
Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
 
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
 
Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
 
[Ike Willis] All the good women, they sure has it tough
The good men, well, there just ain’t enough
All the good girls are lookin’ all the time
Good men is something that they can’t find
‘Cause if they find one miraculously
They try to be lovin’ as they can be
‘Cause if they find one and let him go
[FZ & Ike Willis] Chances are they might not never find one no mo’
So they…
 
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
 
Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
 
[Ike Willis] A good lovin’ man is hardest to find
A good woman needs to ease her mind
[FZ & Ike Willis] And I know a few that need to ease it behind
All y’gotta do is grease it down and everything is fine
 
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
 
Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
 
A girl don’t need
No fancy grease
To get herself
Some rump release
Any kind
Of lube will do
Maybe from another
Part of you
Lube from the North
Lube from the South
Take a little slobber
From the side of your mouth
Roll it over
Grease it down
Here come that crazy screamin’ sound…
 
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
Roll it over an’ grease it down, down, down
 
Grease it down
Ah, grease it do-how-how-in

7. The meek shall inherit nothing


[FZ] Some take the bible for what it’s worth
When it says that the meek shall inherit the Earth
Well, I heard that some sheik has bought your country last week
An’ you, suckers, ain’t gettin’ nothin’
 
Is Hare Rama really wrong
If you wander around with a napkin on
With a bell on a stick an’ your hair is all gone?
The geek shall inherit nothin’
 
You say your life’s a bum deal an’ you’re up against the wall…
Well, people, you ain’t even got no kinda deal at all
‘Cause what they do in Washington
They just takes care of NUMBER ONE an’ NUMBER ONE ain’t YOU
You ain’t even NUMBER TWO
 
Those Jesus Freaks, well, they’re friendly but
The shit they believe has got their minds all shut
An’ they don’t even care when the church takes a cut
Ain’t it bleak when you’ve got so much nothin’?
So whaddya do?
 
Hey
Eat that pork, eat that ham
Laugh till you choke on Billy Graham
Moses, Aaron an’ Abraham
They’re all a waste of time
An’ it’s your ass that’s on the line
IT’S YOUR ASS THAT’S ON THE LINE
 
Do what you wanna, do what you will
Just don’t mess up your neighbor’s thrill
An’ when you pay the bill kindly leave a little tip
And help the next poor sucker on his one-way trip…
 
SOME TAKE THE BIBLE…
 
(Gimme half a dozen for the hotel room!)

8. Another cheap aroma {For the young sophisticate}


[FZ & Ike Willis] Baby, baby, why you cryin’? Feeling sorry what she said
“Put down that rag” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear you cry again”
 
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
 
You know she went to see the doctor and then she read a magazine
“Forget that book” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear about the book again”
 
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
 
There was a picture on the story that showed a young sophisticator
Who falls in love three pages later with some aggressive agitator
And by and by he comes to hate her, ‘cause she don’t shave her underarms
And he can’t go for that ‘cause he’s a young sophisticator
 
Baby, baby, why you cryin’? It made me wonder what she said
“Forget that book” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear ‘bout the book again”
 
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
 
Would you still love me if my hair grew all down the side of my kimono?
Well, of course I would, it might be hip if it did not cause you to trip
 
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a bad aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a cheap aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Dearest heart!
Or radia-iate… Or radia-ia-ia-iate a cheesy aroma
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

9. Wet T-shirt night {Fembot in a wet T-shirt}


[FZ & Ike Willis] Looks to me like something funny is goin’ on around here
People laughin’ an’ dancin’ an’ payin’ entirely too much for their beer
And they all think they are clean outasite
And they’re ready to party ‘cause the sign outside says it’s WET T-SHIRT NITE
An’ they all crave some hot delight
 
Well, the girls are excited because in a minute they’re gonna get wet
An’ the boys are delighted because all the titties will get ‘em upset
An’ they all think they are reety-awright
An’ they’re ready to boogie ‘cause the sign outside says it’s WET T-SHIRT NITE
An’ they all crave some pink delight
 
[Instrumental]
 

[Ike Willis] Mattie told Hattie
 
[FZ & Ike Willis] When the water gets on ‘em their ninnies get rigid an’ look pretty bold
It’s a common reaction that makes an attraction whenever it’s cold
An’ all of the fellas they wish they could bite
On the cute little nuggets the local girls are showin’ off tonite
You know I think it serves ‘em right
You know I think it serves ‘em right
You know I think it serves ‘em right
You know I think it serves ‘em right

10. Why does it hurt when I pee?


[FZ] Later that night, in his lonely teen-age hotel room…
 
[Ike Willis] Why does it hurt when I pee?
Why does it hurt when I pee?
I don’t want no doctor to stick no needle in me
Why does it hurt when I pee?
 
Got it from the toilet seat
Got it from the toilet seat
It jumped right up and grabbed my meat
Got it from the toilet seat
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Ike Willis] My balls feel like a pair of maracas
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
I must be got the GON-O-KA-KA-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… when… I peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

11. Peaches en regalia


[Instrumental]
 
[FZ] Denny, Ikey, Tommy, Eddie, Petie, Vinnie, Artie and Sofia Warren. Thanks for coming to the concert and good afternoon.


English lyrics from site Information Is Not Knowledge.