Álbum Broadway the Hard Way de Frank Zappa - Canciones
Broadway the Hard Way
1988 | 
Sello | Barking Pumpkin Records
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- Elvis Has Just Left the BuildingVer letra 2:24
[X]Elvis has just left the building --letra de Elvis Has Just Left the Building
Those are his footprints, right there
Elvis has just left the building --
To climb up that heavenly stair
He gave away Cadillacs once in a while;
Had sex in his underpants,
Yes, he had style!
Bell-bottom jump-suits?
That's them in a pile,
But he don't need'em now,
'Cause he's makin' Jesus smile!
Elvis has just left the building --
Those are his footprints, right there
Elvis has just left the building --
To climb up that heavenly stair
The Angels all love him,
He brings them relief
With droplets of moisture
From his handkerchief!
Cher'bim 'n ser'phim
Whizz over his head --
Jesus, let him come back!
We don't want Elvis dead.
Elvis has just left the building --
Those are his footprints, right there
Elvis has just left the building --
To climb up that heavenly stair
So what if he looks like a wart-hog in heat?
He knows we all love him --
We'll just watch him eat,
So take down the foil
From his hotel retreat,
And bring back The King
For the man in the street!
Elvis has just left the building --
Those are his footprints, right there
Elvis has just left the building --
To climb up that heavenly stair
He's up there with Jesus, in a big purple chair - Planet of the Baritone WomenVer letra 2:48
[X]On the plane of the baritone womenletra de Planet of the Baritone Women
They talk low
'bout stuff they know,
They sing "oooh!"
And laugh at you
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
If you can't
If you can't
Do it too
Do it too
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
They sing "li-li-li-li!"
They sing "lo-lo-lo-lo!"
The man carry purses
Wherever they go
Junior executives.
All in a row,
Watch the baritone women
Do the baritone show
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
They sing about wheat;
They sing about corn;
They sing about places
Where women was born
They sing about hate!
They sing about fear!
It seems like they all got
A pretty good ear
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
They sing it in harmony
Not often heard
With a big ol' cadenza
On every long word
They keep it as low
As they possibly can,
And sometimes they walk
Like an e-gyp-tian
Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!
They do choreography
Still more unique!
They leave their legs open
Whenever they speak!
They roll their eyes upward.
And over again,
And slam their legs closed
When they sing about mmen!
Those baritone women!
They are not your friend!
You will make a mistake
If you go there again! - Any Kind of PainVer letra 5:42
[X]You are the girlletra de Any Kind of Pain
Somebody invented
In a grim little office
On madison ave.
They were specific
They made you terrific:
Red lips;
Blue eyes;
Blonde hair;
Un-wise --
You're all-american,
And, darling, they said so
You'd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't you, baby?
You'd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't you, baby?
Since you haven't got a brain,
Let me just explain:
Any kind of pain
Is never a maybe
Her head's full of bubbles;
Her nose is petite!
She looks like she never
Gets nothin' to eat!
She dines with actors,
'n wall street characters:
Dull talk;
Nice clothes --
See her?
She blows --
She's so important
'cause he gets to do talk shows --
And she'd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't you, bobby?
She'd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't you, bobby?
Since you haven't got a name,
Let me just explain:
Any kind of pain
Is probably her hobby
She has moves up now;
She's come a long way --
They give her bunches
Of words she can say!
When she's in a bold mood,
"confinement loaf" sounds good --
That's right,
She's wrong!
Let's end
Her song
(it seems she's everywhere
We just can't escape her --
Is this a miracle of pure evolution?
And all the yuppie boys, they dream they will rape her --
She brings the 80's
To a thrilling conclusion!)
Yes, she's every bit as tame as me,
Isn't she tender?
Yes, she's every bit as lame as me,
Let us remember,
She gets only half the blame
Only half the blame
Only half the blame
Unless we extend her -- - Dickie's Such an Asshole 5:45
- When the Lie's So Big 3:38
- Rhymin' Man 3:50
- PromiscuousVer letra 2:02
[X]The Surgeon General, Doctor Koopletra de Promiscuous
S'posed to give you all the poop
But when he's with P.M.R.C.
The poop he's scoopin'
Amazes me
C-Span showed him, all dressed up
In his phoney Doctor God get-up
He looked in the camera and fixed his specs
'N gave a little lecture
'Bout anal sex
He says it is not good for us
We just can't be promiscuous
He's a docter -- he should know
It's the work of the Devil, so
Girls, don't blow!
Don't blow Jimmy, don't blow Bobby
Get yourself another hobby
(If Jesus practiced medicine
I'm sure he'd do it
Just like him)
Is Doctor Koop a man to trust?
It seems at least that Reagan must
(But Ron's a trusting sort of guy --
He trusts Ed Meese
I wonder why?)
The A.M.A. has just got caught
For doin' stuff it shouldn't ought
All they do is lie and lie
Where's Doctor Koop?
He's standin' by
Surgeon General? What's the deal?
Is your epidemic real?
Are you leaving something out?
Something we can't talk about?
A little green monkey over there
Kills a million people?
That's not fair!
Did it really go that way?
Did you ask the C.I.A.?
Would they take you serious,
Or have THEY been
Promiscuous - The UntouchablesVer letra 2:26
[X]Monologue by ike willisletra de The Untouchables
Rico! youngblood! wake up!
Prohibition is over, but the country's still a mess!
They need us out there!
We've got some cleaning up to do --
Especially when it comes to
This guy...
Get those sport coats on with the big lapels...
They're back -- they're fashionable again!
Okay -- let's look at some mug-sheets
Of the suspects from the 80's...
Admiral poindexter!
Get back on felix the cat where you belong!
Get the damn pipe out of your mouth!
You're history, you're gone!
Oliver north!
No more "secret government" for you, buddy!
You're over! you're trough!
Bill casey!
You're dead!
Bush!
You're still a wimp --
I'm sorry -- you're history!
Deaver! nofziger!
You're crooks! book 'em dan-o!
Dan-o? how'd he get in the show?
Get outta here!
Reagan!
You're asleep! wake up!
The country's in a mess!
You're history anyway, buddy --
You're meat -- you're trough!
You're vapor -- you're baloney without the mayo!
You're outta here, buddy --
In fact, it's robin leach!
"i don't know why..."
Hey, fellas -- take me to the bridge!
I want it now!
Rico! youngblood!
Let's get outta here!
It's all over! - Why Don't You Like Me? 2:57
- Bacon FatVer letra 1:29
[X]While I was down in W.D.C.letra de Bacon Fat
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em a note
It said:
"Check out the politics
Practiced by this oaf
And if they ain't just right
Feed him Confinement Loaf."
They wanne be
Feedin' 'em
Feedin' 'em
Feedin' 'em
Feedin' 'em
Feedin' 'em
Feedin' 'em
Feedin' 'em
Feedin' 'em
LOAF...loaf
(3X) - Stolen Moments 2:57
- Murder by NumbersVer letra 5:37
[X]Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)letra de Murder by Numbers
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)
Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Walt Fowler (trumpet)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
Paul Carman (alto saxophone)
Albert Wing (tenor saxophone)
Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Eric Buxton (vocals)
Mr. Sting (vocals)
Performance by Sting
How'd he get in the show? - Jezebel BoyVer letra 2:27
[X]Jezebel Boy!letra de Jezebel Boy
You know all the guys
In the Sheriff's Patrol
They leave you alone
When they round up the whores
Up on Hollywood Boulebard
Sometimes that nasty D.A.
Thinks he needs his name
In the paper again --
That's usually when
The short-pants girls
Have to take a ride
With a friendly policeman
But the Jezebel Boy
On the corner by the Technicolor processing plant
Stands by the light;
Waitin' through the night
Waitin' for that distinguished-looking
Wilshire District Gentleman
With snow-white hair,
To drive up in his Lincoln,
And whisk away the Jezebel Boy
There he goes now!
Old Ralph will make him put that wretched
Sausage in his mouth again
Another day,
Another sausage --
Jezebel Boy - Outside NowVer letra 7:49
[X]These executives have plooked the fuck out of meletra de Outside Now
And there's still a long time to go before I've
Paid my debt to society.
And all I ever really wanted to do was
Play the guitar n bend the string
like: Reent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee
I've got it
I'll be sullen and withdrawn -
I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
Of my own secret thoughts!
I'll lay on my back here til dawn
In a semi-catatonic state
And dream of guitar notes
That would irritate
An executive kinda guy . . .
Well, I guess that one did the trick
If they only coulda heard it,
Half-a-dozen of em woulda strangled
While they was suckin on each others dick!
Yeah but that was only a bunch of imaginary
Notes I played -
Just a little extra somethin'
To keep me goin' from day to day,
But thats okay -
I'm gettin' outta here pretty soon -
Then I wont have to live
In this ugly fuckin room
I can't wait to see what its like
On the outside now . . .
And I can't wait to see what its like
On the outside now . . .
Now listen here
I can't wait to see what its like
On the outside now . . .
I mean it
I can't wait to see what its like
On the outside now . . .
Outside now
Outside now, yeah
(etc., etc., etc.)
One-two-three-four! - Hot Plate Heaven at the Green HotelVer letra 6:40
[X]I used to have a jobletra de Hot Plate Heaven at the Green Hotel
An' I was doin' fairly well
Depression came along
An' everybody start to yell
"Where'd they go, them good ol' days,
An' all that crap we used to sell?"
Now I'm in Hot-Plate Heaven,
at the Green Hotel
Republicans is fine,
If you're a multi-millionaire
Democrats is fair,
If all you own is what you wear
Neither of 'em's REALLY right,
'Cause neither of 'em CARE
'Bout that Hot-Plate Heaven,
'Cause they ain't been there
They really oughta go
'N find out how the hall-way smell --
They'd benefit to know
'Bout what the bums in there could tell
(I guess we're only dreamin',
But I s'pose it's just as well
That's ALL you get to dream
Up in the Green Hotel)
Nature didn't put me here,
An' neither did my fate --
It musta been some evil ol'
Republican candidate!
He's over there in Washington,
But I wish he was in HELL
'Cause I'm in Hot-Plate Heaven
At the Green Hotel
Things is slightly better now;
They hope we will forget
The misery of 'TRICKLE DOWN',
An' jelly-bean etiquette
The Regal Presidential Style
Has simply not worn well,
But neither has my rags,
Up in the Green Hotel
I said the Green Hotel
I mean the Green Hotel
Been there once
The Green Hotel
We're goin' again
The Green Hotel
Neither has my rags,
Up in the Green Hotel
Hey, pass me the dog-food! - What Kind of Girl?Ver letra 3:17
[X]Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)letra de What Kind of Girl?
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)
Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Walt Fowler (trumpet)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
Paul Carman (alto saxophone)
Albert Wing (tenor saxophone)
Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Eric Buxton (vocals)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a Motel like this?
"I left my place after midnight,
When I first got the call...
The escort service I work for
Said you wanted it ALL!"
Well, you came to the right place -- this is it!
I got the most sanctified johnson in all 'o Louisiana!
No shit!
"How true that is!"
How true, indeed Llama!
"The other whores at the service said
You helped fulfull their need!
I like to get right down...
Do you like to get right down too?"
Well, what did you have in mind?
"Well, I get off being spoo-ed upon
By hypocritical TV Evangelists
With close ties to the Republican Party,
While Ed Meese wipes his ass
On the U.S. Constitution, screamin'...
'I don't think so --
can't remember --
I just could never do that --'"
That gets me so hot I could scream:
'Can't remember: don't remember who...
Wrote the memo, or to whom it's to...'
Your escort service is real far-out 'n groovy --
Ever been to the Texas Motel?
Let me take you dow-how-how-how-how-how-hownnnnn!
Magic Jesus by the bed,
Wall mounted TV screen,
My church plugged into the gravy train,
And Reagan keeps me clean!
What kind of girl?
What kind of girl would suck his rod?
What kind of girl?
What kind of girl would suck his rod?
(A lazy prostitute!)
We wouldn't blow you just because you know "GOD"!
What kind of girl?
What kind of girl would suck his rod?
This unfortunate little vixen wouldn't let just ANYBODY
Spoo all over her lap --
She wants an ignorant Cracker Evangelist
Who's reciting all that crapp... - Jesus Thinks You're a Jerk 9:15
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