Álbum Joe's Garage de Frank Zappa - Canciones
Joe's Garage
1979 | 
Sello | CBS
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- The Central ScrutinizerVer letra 13:29
[X]Sometimes when you're not looking he just sneaks up on you. he looks like a cheap sort of flying saucer about five feet across with a snout-like megaphone apparatus in the front with two big eyes mounted like appletons with miniature motorized frowning chrome eyebrows over them. along the side of his disc-like body are several sets of stupid-lookingletra de The Central Scrutinizer
Headers and exhaust hoses which apparently propel him and punctuate his dialogue with horrible smelling smoke rings. in the middle of his head we can see an airport wind sock and constantly twirling anemometer. the bottom of him has a landing light and three spoked wheels. in spite of all this, it is obvious that the way he really gets around is by being dangled from place to place by a union guy with a dark green shirt up in the roof who is eating a sandwich (pieces of which drop off every once in a while and lodge themselves near the hole where they put the oil in that makes the cheap smoke).
He hovers into view and speaks to us thusly...
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer...it is my responsibility to enforce all the laws that haven't been passed yet. it is also my responsibility to alert each and every one of you to the potential consequences of various ordinary everyday activities you might be performing which could eventually lead to *the death penalty* (or affect your parents' credit rating). our criminal institutions are full of little creeps like you who do wrong things...and many of them were driven to these crimes by a horrible force called music!
Our studies have shown that this horrible force is so dangerous to society at large that laws are being drawn up at this very moment to stop it forever! cruel and inhuman punishments are being carefully described in tiny paragraphs so they won't conflict with the constitution (which, itself, is being modified in order to accommodate the future).
I bring you now a special presentation to show what can happen to you if you choose a career in music...the white zone is for loading and unloading only...if you have to load or unload, go to the white zone... you'll love it...it's a way of life...ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...hi, it's me, i'm back. this is the central scrutinizer...the white zone is for loading and unloading only...if yah gotta load, or if yah gotta unload, go to the white zone. you'll love it...it's a way of life. that's right, you'll love it, it's a way of life, that's right, you'll love it, it's a way of life, you'll love it. this, is, the central scrutinizer! - Joe's Garage 13:29
- Catholic GirlsVer letra 13:29
[X]Catholic girlsletra de Catholic Girls
With a tiny little mustache
Catholic girls
Do you know how they go?
Catholic girls
In the rectory basement
Father riley's a fairy
But it don't bother mary
Catholic girls
At the cyo
Catholic girls
Do you know how they go?
Catholic girls
There can be no replacement
How do they go, after the show?
All the way
That's the way they go
Every day
And none of their mamas ever seem to know
Hip-hip-hooray
For all the class they show
There's nothing like a catholic girl
At the cyo
When they learn to blow
They're learning to blow
All the catholic boys!
Warren cuccurullo
Catholic boys!
Kinda young, kinda wow!
Catholic boys!
Vinnie colaiuta
Where are they now?
Did they all take the vow?
Catholic girls
Carmenita scarfone!
Catholic girls
Hey! she gave me vd!
Catholic girls!
Toni carbone!
With a tongue like a cow
She could make you go wow!
Vd vowdy vootie
Right away
That's the way they go
Every day
Whenever their mamas take them to a show
Matinee
Pass the popcorn please
There's nothing like a catholic girl
With her hand in the box
When she's on her knees
She was on her knees
My little catholic girl
In a little white dress
Catholic girls
They never confess
Catholic girls
I got one for a cousin
I love how they go
So send me a dozen
Catholic girls
Ooooooh!
Catholic girls
Ooooooh!
(etc.)
This is the central scrutinizer...
Joe had a girl friend named mary.
She used to go the church club every week.
They'd meet each other there
Hold hands
And think pure thoughts
But one night at the social club meeting
Mary didn't show up...
She was sucking cock backstage at the armory
In order to get a pass
To see some big rock group for free... - Crew SlutVer letra 13:29
[X]Backstage at the local armory, mary, in her little white dress, is wiping the remnants of her performance off the side of her mouth as larry (the guy from the garage who quit the band in order to make an honest living) zips up the front of his stinking boiler suit and sings to the same teen-age girls who were stomping and clapping a little while ago, as they kneel with their little pink mouths open near the crew bus, hoping to save the price of admission by performing acts of hooverism on the jolly lads who set up the p.a. system.letra de Crew Slut
Larry:
Hey hey hey all you girls in these
Industrial towns
I know you're prob'ly gettin' tired
Of all the local clowns
They never give you no respect
They never treat you nice
So perhaps you oughta try
A little friendly advice
And be a crew slut
Hey, you'll love it
Be a crew slut
It's a way of life
Be a crew slut
See the world
Don't make a fuss, just get on the bus
Crew slut
Add water makes its own sauce
Be a crew slut
So you don't forget, call before midnite tonite
The boys in the crew
Are just waiting for you
You never to get move around
You never go nowhere
I know yer prob'ly gettin' tired
Of all the guys out there
You always wondered what it's like
To go from place to place
So, darlin', take a little ride
On the mixer's face
Be a crew slut
Just follow the magic footprints
Be a crew slut
Hey, you'll love it!
Be a crew slut
It's a way of life
I ain't gonna squash it
And you don't need to wash it!
Crew slut
Hey, i'll buy you a pizza
Crew slut
Of course i'll introduce you to warren
The boys in the crew
Are only waiting for you
At this point, the road crew, as all road crews must from time to time, borrow some of the big rock group's equipment and have a blues jam session, indicating to the kneeling maidens that they are endowed with a great deal of raw talent, as well as massive meat. obviously impressed with larry's ability to suck so hard on his harmonica that screeching little noises come out of it, mary kneels again and reaches upward in gestures of supplication, listening intently as larry continues to sing...
Larry:
Well you been to alabama, girl,
'n' georgia too
'n' all the boys in the crew
Is bein' good to you
I know yer sayin' to yourself
'this is the way to go'
'cause when you need a little extra
They will give you some mo'
`cause you're the crew slut
Mary:
Eh, hah ha, i'm into leather...
Larry:
That's good! a lot of the boys in the crew love leather...
Mary:
And rubber...
Larry:
Yeh, they like rubber too...shrink-tubing
With a hair dryer...
Road crew chorus:
Trade your spot on the bench
For a guy with a wrench
And be a...
Mary:
Ha ha ha...
Larry:
You like that, huh?
I told you you'd love it...
It's a way of life!
Road crew chorus:
The guys in the crew
Have got a present for you!
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Mary:
A present for me?
Road crew chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Larry:
Hmmm, we got a present for you!
Road crew chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Mary:
Whaddya got?
Road crew chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Mary:
Whaddya gonna give me?
Road crew chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Larry:
It looks just like a telefunken u-47
You'll love it...
Mary:
With leather?
Central scrutinizer:
Eh errr, eh eh...this is,eh, the central scrutinizer again...
And so mary was enticed away from joe
By an evil barbarian with a wrench in his pocket
Lured into a life of sleazery
With the entire road crew of some
Famous rock group
(i don't know whether it was really toad-o or not
...i don't know... i'll check it out)
Again we see
Music
Causing
Big trouble! - Fembot In A Wet T-ShirtVer letra 13:29
[X]Act Iletra de Fembot In A Wet T-Shirt
SCENE FIVE
THE WET T-SHIRT CONTEST
After a few weeks on the bus, being porked by
Toad-O's road crew, and being too exhausted to do
their laundry on a regular basis, MARY is dumped in Miami.
With no money (and no other famous rock groups due into
the area for at least three weeks), she tries to pick up a few bucks
by entering the Wet T-Shirt contest at The Brasserie...
IKE:
Looks to me like something funny
Is going on around here
People laughin' 'n' dancin' 'n' payin'
Entirely too much for their beer
And they all think they are
Clean outa-site
And they're ready to party
"Cause the sign outside says it's WET T-SHIRT NITE
'N' they all crave some Hot delight
Well the girls are excited
Because in a minute
They're gonna get wet
'N' the boys are delighted
Because all the titties
Will get 'em upset
'N' they all think they are Reety-awright
'N' they're ready to boogie
'Cause the sign outside says it's WET T-SHIRT NITE
'N' they all crave some Pink delight
When the water gets on'em
Their ninnies get rigid
'N' look pretty bold
It's a common reaction
That makes an attraction
Whenever it's cold
'N'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
And it's WET T-SHIRT TIME AGAIN
I know you want someone to show you some tit!
BIG ONES! WET ONES! BIG WET ONES!
At this point, FATHER RILEY (who had been recently de-frocked
for not meeting his quota, and has grown his hair out and
bought a groovy sport coot and moved to Miami and changed
his name to BUDDY JONES) steps onto the crowded bandstand
in his exciting new role as a WET T-SHIRT CONTEST EMCEE...
BUDDY JONES:
Ah, thanks, IKE...
Yes, it's WET T-SHIRT TIME AGAIN
Here at The Brasserie... Home of THE TITS... huh huh...
And it's the charming Mary from Canoga Park
Up next in her bid for the semi-finals...
Hi,Mary...howya doin?
Having been fucked senseless by the boys in the crew, MARY does
not recognize the former religious personage from her nights in the
rectory basement during which she acquired her basic manual skills...
confounded by his sport coat, she replies...
MARY: Hi!
Realizing that she no longer recognizes him... or even appreciates
the patient religious training he had given her in the past, BUDDY JONES,
like a true WET T-SHIRT EMCEE type person, proceeds to say various
stupid things to waste time, making the contest itself take longer, thereby
giving the mongoloids squatting on the dance floor an opportunity to buy
more exciting beverages. . . liquid products that will expand their
consciousnesses to the point whereby they might more fully enjoy the ambiance
of Miami By Night...
BUDDY JONES:
Where ya from?
MARY:
Ah, the bus...
BUDDY JONES:
Which one?
MARY:
You know...the last tour...
You know...
Leather
BUDDY JONES:
Oh.. .you were the girl that was stuck to seat 38 on Phydeaux III...
why don't you get in position now and take a deep breath, because
this water is very, very cold, but it's goin' to be so stimulating. And
Mary's the kind of Red-Blooded American Girl who'll do anything...
MARY:
Anything...
BUDDY JONES:
I said anything... for fifty bucks
That's right!
MARY:
I really need the fifty bucks you know I gotta get home!
BUDDY JONES:
Yeh, I know, your father is waiting for you in the tool shed... that's right,you
heard right... our big prize tonite is fifty American Dollars to the girl with
the most exciting mammalian protruberances...
MARY: Here I am!
BUDDY JONES: ...
as viewed through a thoroughly soaked, stupid looking white sort of male
person's conservative kind of middle-of-the-road COTTON UNDER-GARMENT!
Whoopee! And here comes THE WATER!
MARY:
EEEK!
BUDDY JONES:
No, you'd squeak more if the water got on you ...sounds like you just got an
ice pick in the forehead... AND HERE COMES THE ICE PICK IN THE FOREHEAD...
a million laughs, Mary! Anyway; good golly, what a mess...she's totally soaked..
totally committed to the fifty bucks.. .That's it just step into the spotlight.. let the guys
get a good look at ya honey!
MARY:
Here I am!
BUDDY JONES:
Whaddya say, fellas?
Nice setta jugs?
Now Mary, how's about shakin' it around a little...
BUDDY JONES:
Oh my goodness, look at her go!
MARY:
Oooh! I'm dancing!
I'm dancing!
BUDDY JONES:
Ain't this what living is really all about!
Here's your fifty bucks, Mary...
MARY:
Oh great! Now I can go home!
BUDDY JONES:
Home is where the heart is.
MARY:
On the bus. - On The BusVer letra 13:29
[X]Act iletra de On The Bus
Scene six
Toad-o line
Whereupon the house combo at the brasserie drifts into
A modified version of one of toad-o's big hit numbers.
Buddy jones stares longingly at the little nozzles
Pooching out of mary's moistened upper clothing,
But it's too late...warren, one of the other guys from
Joe's garage band has already recognized her
(he's now one of the foremost disco-fusion rhythm guitar
Players on thewett-shirt circuit, currently providing
Exciting strummery here in miami), and is in the process
Of getting the details of her life on the bus with larry
And the other jolly road crew lads. he eventually sends
Joe a letter with this infor-mation in it...
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer... meanwhile,
Joe hears about mary's naughty exploits. he falls in with
A fast crowd and gets seduced by a girl who works at
The jack-in-the-box, named lucille, who gives him
An unpronounceable disease... - Why Does It Hurt When I Pee?Ver letra 13:29
[X]Shortly after his liaison with the taco stand lady, Joe makes a horrible discovery...letra de Why Does It Hurt When I Pee?
Joe:
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?
I got it from the toilet seat
I got it from the toilet seat
It jumped right up
'N' grabbed my meat
Got it from the toilet seat
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
My balls feel like a pair of maracas
Oh God I probably 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? - Lucille Has Messed My Mind UpVer letra 13:29
[X]Joe is so disoriented by his disease, he goes in the other room and plays the title cut from an old jeff simmons album, and sings along with it.letra de Lucille Has Messed My Mind Up
Joe:
Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But i still love her
Oh i still love her
Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But i still love her
Oh i still love her
Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But i still need her
You know i need her
Whatcha tryna doota me
Lucille?
Whatcha tryna doota me
Lucille?
Whatcha tryna doota me
Lucille?
You got me goin' outa my mind
Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But i still love her
I really love her
Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But i still need her
You know i need her
She treats me like my heart
Is made of stone
She runs around
And leaves me home
All alone
She doesn't answer
When i call her on the phone
She messed up my mind
I'm crying alla the time
Lucille
Has messed my mind up (etc., etc., etc.)
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer...again, hi!...it's me again, the central scrutinizer...joe says lucille has messed his mind up, but, was it the girl or was it the music? as you can see...girls, music, disease, heartbreak...they all go together...joe found out the hard way, but his troubles were just beginning...his mind was so messed up...he could hardly do nothin'...he was in a quandary...being devoured by the swirling cesspool of his own steaming desires...the guy was a wreck...so...what does he do? for once, he does something smart...he goes out...and pays a lot of money to l. ron hoover... at the first church of appliantology! - Scrutinizer Of Postlude 13:29
- A Token Of My ExtremeVer letra 13:29
[X]Act IIletra de A Token Of My Extreme
SCENE NINE
A TOKEN OF MY EXTREME
Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / ware-house /
condominium complex, Joe is greeted by a pre-recorded message and
a dramatically illuminated image on a wall-sized TV screen...
L. RON HOOVER:
Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology!
The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only!
Don't you be
Tarot-fied
It's just a token of my extreme
Don't you be
Tarot-fied
It's just a token of my extreme
Don't you never try to look behind my eyes
You don t wanna know what they have seen
Don't you never try to look behind my eyes
You don't wanna know what they have seen
JOE: (thinking to himself)
Some people think
That if they go too far
They'll never get hack
To where the rest of them are
I might be crazy
But there's one thing I know
You might be surprised
At what you find when ya go!
And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. Ron's modernistic office /
cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, JOE seeks The Answer to
his problem...
JOE:
Oh oh oh
Mystical Advisor
What is my problem, tell me
Can you see?
L. RON HOOVER:
Well, you have nothing to fear, my son!
You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist, It appears to me!
JOE:
That all seems very, very strange
I never craved a toaster
Or a color T. V.
L. RON HOOVER:
A Latent Appliance Fetishist
Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself
That sexual gratification can only be achieved
Through the use of MACHINES... Get the picture?
JOE:
Are you telling me
I should come out of the closet now Mr. Ron?
L. RON HOOVER:
No, my son!
You must go into THE CLOSET
And you will have
A lot of fun!
That's where they all live
So if you want an
Appliance to love you
You'll have to go in there
N' get you one
JOE:
Well...that seems simple enough...
L. RON HOOVER:
Yes, but if you want a really GOOD one,
You'll have to learn a foreign language...
JOE:
German, for instance?
L. RON HOOVER:
That's right...
A lot of really cute ones come from over there!
(Fifty bucks, please)
And a cheerful group of Appliantologists dance into the room wearing
aluminum foil lab smocks, lock arms in a circle around JOE, making
sure he pays in full, all the while singing with L. RON as he delivers
nis final instructions...
L. RON HOOVER:
If you been
Mod-O-fied,
It's an illusion,
an yer in between
Don't you be
Tarot-fied,
It's just a lot of nothin,'
So what can it mean?
If you been
Mod-O-fied,
It's an illusion,
an yer in between
Don't you be
Tarot-fied,
It's just a lot of nothin,
So what can it mean?
(etc., etc., etc.) - Stick It OutVer letra 13:29
[X]This is the central scrutinizer... joe has just learned to speak german now, get this, here's why he did it! he's gonna go to this club on the other side of town, it's called the closet... and they got these appliances in there that really go for a guy dressed up like a housewife who can speak german (you know what i mean)... so joe's learned how to speak german, he goes into this place and he sees these little kitchen machineries dancing around with each other, and he sees this one...that looks like ah, it's a cross between an industrial vacuum cleaner and a chrome piggy bank with marital aids stuck all over its body...it's really exciting...and when he sees it, he bursts into song...letra de Stick It Out
Joe:
Fick mich, du
Miserabler hurensohn
Du miserabler hurensohn
Fick mich, du
Miserabler hurensohn
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen
Heissen gelockten
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen
Heissen gelockten
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen
Heissen gelockten
Schwanz
Ah-ee-ahee-ahhhhh!
Mach es sehr schnell
Rein und raus
Magisches schwein
Mach es sehr schnell
Rein und raus
Magisches schwein
Bis es spritzt, spritzt,
Spritzt, spritzt
Feuer!
Bis es spritzt, spritzt,
Spritzt, spritzt
Feuer!
Aber beklecker nicht
Das sofa, sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht
Das sofa, sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht
Das sofa, sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht
Das sofa, sofa!
Stunned by joe's command of it's native tongue, a gleaming model xqj-37 nuclear powered pan-sexual roto-plooker named sy borg (previously thought to be the son of the lady who called the police on cut two, side i), spindles over to joe and says...
Sy borg:
Pick me...i'm clean...
I am also programmed
For conversational
English.
This stuns joe, who stands there speechless for a moment. smitten by joe's animal magnetism, sy continues...
Sy borg:
May i have
This dance?
And joe, looking sharp in his housewife costume with the napkin on his head and the yellow chiffon apron, responds boldly by repeat- ing the entreaty originally delivered in deutsch in its conversational english form, so that his intentions re- garding the appliance will be made perfectly clear...
Joe:
I've got a better idea...
Fuck me, you ugly son
Of a bitch
You ugly son of a bitch
Fuck me, you ugly son
Of a bitch
Stick it out
Stick out yer
Hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer
Hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer
Hot curly weenie
Weenie...weenie,
Weenie, weenie!
Make it go fast
In and out,
(in and out)
Magical pig
Make it go fast
In and out,
(in and out)
Magical pig
Till it squirts, squirts,
Squirts, squirts
Fire
Till it squirts, squirts,
Squirts, squirts
Fire
Don't get no jizz
Upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz
Upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz
Upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz
Upon that sofa, sofa
Whereupon, in order to
Prove to joe that he is
No ordinary appliance, sy
Quotes a few lines of
Traditional american love
Poetry...
Sy borg:
What's a girl like you
Doing in a place
Like this?
Do you come
Here often?
Wait a minute...
I've got it...
You're an italian...
What? you're jewish?
Love your nails...
You must be a libra...
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
See the chrome
Feel the chrome
Touch the chrome
Heal the chrome
See the screaming
Hot black steaming
Iridescent naugahyde
Python screaming
Steam roller! - Sy BorgVer letra 13:29
[X]Central scrutinizer:letra de Sy Borg
This is the central scrutinizer... joe and his date are going back to the apartment to have a little party...
Joe:
Sy borg
Gimme dat,
Gimme dat
Sy borg
Gimme dat, give me
De chromium leg,
I beg
Sy borg
Gimme dat,
Gimme dat
Sy borg
Gimme dat, give me
De chromium leg,
Little wires,
Pliers, tires
They turn me on
Maybe i'm crazy
Maybe i'm crazy
Maybe i'm crazy,
Mon...
Stroking several of sy's gleaming appendages, joe continues...
Gee, sy
This is a real groovy
Apartment
You've got here
Sy borg:
All government
Sponsored recreational
Services are clean and
Efficient
Joe:
This is exciting
I never plooked
A tiny chrome-plated
Machine
That looks like a
Magical pig
With marital aids
Stuck all over it
Such as yourself
Before
Sy borg:
You'll love it!
It's a way of life.
Joe:
Does that mean
Maybe later
You'll plook me...
Sy borg:
If you wish, we may
Have a groovy orgy
Joe:
Just me and you?
Sy borg:
I share this apartment
With a modified
Gay bob doll
He goes all the way...
Ever try oral sex with
A miniature rubberized
Homo-replica?
Joe:
No, ah, not yet,
Ah, is this him?
Sy borg:
This is him.
Your wish is
His command
He likes you
He wants to kiss
You always
Just tell him what
You want
Joe:
Really?
Hi, little guy
Think i might get a
Tiny, but exciting
Blow...job...
Gimme dat,
Gimme dat
Blow job...
Gimme dat, give me
De chromium cob.
Sy borg:
Bend over.
Joe:
Gay bob
Blow job
Gimme dat,
Gimme dat
Blow job
Gimme dat, give me
De chromium cob
Sy borg:
You'll love it!
It looks just like a
Telefunken u-47.
Joe:
Little leather cap
And trousers
They look so gay..
Warren just bought some
Warren just bought some
Warren just bought some
Hey...
Sy borg:
Bob is tired.
Plook me now,
You savage rascal
Ehhh! that tickles.
You are a fun person
I like you.
I want to kiss
You always.
Joe:
Gee, this is great
How's about some
Bondage and
Humiliation
Sy borg:
Anything you say,
Master.
Joe:
Oh no, i don't believe
It
You're way more fun
Than mary...
Sy borg:
You're plooking
Too hard...
Joe:
And cleaner than
Lucille...
Sy borg:
Plooking on me...
Joe:
What have i
Been missing
All these years?
Sy borg:
Too hard
Joe:
Sy...
Sy borg:
Too hard
Joe:
Sy...
Sy borg:
Plooking too hard
On me-e-e-e-e...
Joe:
Speak to me
Oh no...
The golden shower
Must have shorted out
His master circuit
He's, he's, oh my god
I must have
Plooked him...
Hey
To death...
Hey
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer... you have just destroyed one model xqj-37 nuclear powered pan- sexual joe:
But i...
I, i, i, i, i...
I can't pay
I gave all my money
To some kinda groovy
Religious guy...
Two songs ago...
Central scrutinizer:
Come on out son...
Between the two of us
We'll find a way to
Work it out
Disco 2
- Dong Work For YudaVer letra 13:29
[X]Central scrutinizer:letra de Dong Work For Yuda
Hello there...this is the central scrutinizer... joe was sent to a special prison where they keep all the other criminals from the music business...you know...the ones who get caught...it's a horrible place, painted all green on the inside, where musicians and former executives take turns snorting detergent and plooking each other...
(as the central scrutinizer chuckles to himself for a moment, father riley, who became buddy jones, steps into view in his new identity: father riley b. jones, prison chaplain, who, in a rather heavy-handed piece of imagery, is now entrusted with the job of singing this song as he assists the captured executives in their quest for new meat to plook, and, once having found these victims for the princes of the industry, trades them little blobs of sanctified lubricant jelly for cigarettes and candy bars while he holds them down so the execs won't have to work too hard when they stick it in.)
...anyway, listen, while he's in there he meets this guy who used to be a promo man for a major record company, named bald-headed john... king of the plookers...
Father riley b. jones:
This is the story 'bout
Bald-headed john
Former execs:
Dong work for yuda,
Dong, dong
Father riley b. jones:
He talks a lot 'n' it's
Usually wrong
Former execs:
Dong work for yuda,
Dong, dong
Father riley b. jones:
He said dong
Was wong,
'n wong was kong
'n dong work for
Yuda,
'n john was wrong
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Dong work for yuda
Dong, dong
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
He said dong
Was wong
And wong was kong
And dong was gong
'n john was wrong
Father riley b. jones:
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
John's got a sausage
That'll make you fart
John's got a sausage
That'll break
Your heart
Make you fart
And break your heart
Don't bend over
If you are smart
He took a little walk
To the weenie stand
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
A great big weenie
In both his hands
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
He sucked on the end
'til the mustard squirt
He said, "ya'll stand
Back 'cause you
Might get hurt"
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
He said dong
Was wong
Wong was kong
Kong was gong
'n john was wrong
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
Make way for the
Iron shaschige
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
I need a dozen towels
So the boys can take
A shower
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
Bartender, bring me
A colada and milk
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
Well, on second thought,
Make that a water...
Hto
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
Falcum...
Take me to the falcum!
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
I wave my bags
Did you wave your'n
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
Well how much
Did they wave?
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
Ah'm almost two
Kilometers tall
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
This girl must be
Praketing richcraft
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-headed john:
Don't worry about
The faggot
I'll take care of
The faggot
Former execs:
Sorry john
Sorry better
Try it again
Try it again,
Try it again
Try, try, try again...
Etc., etc., etc.
Bald-headed john:
Your pomona is
Very extinct...
Yeah, i studied with
The dong of tokyo
'n also with the
Oriental kato...
My body contain
Uh water
I just loves the way
These copenhagens
Talks!
Driver, mcdoodle...
Sausage
Salima
Salami
That looks like that
Stuff that freckles
Lets out
Once a mumfth... - Keep It GreasyVer letra 13:29
[X]Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)letra de Keep It Greasy
Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (lead vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)
Eventually FATHER RILEY B. JONES gets around to JOE with his little case of pre-blessed unguents...
Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Poor Joe. He's getting tired from bending over...but we tried to warn him...didn't we? Okay, Joe...you asked for it...here comes The Big One...
Joe: (anointing himself as he sings)
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Manx:
Roll it over 'n
grease it down
I'll drive you through
the heart of town
Joe:
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Manx:
Roll it over 'n
grease it down
I'll drive you through
the heart of town
JOE (who is still wearing his housewife costume from when he first picked up SY BORG in The Closet) adjusts his little apron to a more advantageous position and sings...
Joe:
Hey, the good women,
they sure has it tough
The good men, well
there 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
If they find
one and let him go
Chances are they
might not never find
one no mo'
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Manx:
Roll it over 'n
grease it down
I'll drive you through
the heart of town
Joe:
A good lovin' man
is hardest to find
A good woman needs
to ease her mind
And I know a few that
need to ease it behind
All y'gotta do is
grease it down
'N everything is fine
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Manx:
Roll it over 'n grease
it down
I'll drive you through
the heart of town
Joe:
A girl don't need
No fancy grease
To get herself
Some rump release
Any kind
Of lube'll 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
From your mouth
From your mouth
From your mouth
From your mouth
Roll it over
Grease it down
Here come that crazy
Screamin' sound...
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Roll it over 'n grease it
down, down, down
Grease it down...
Oh no! Here comes
that screamin' sound
again...
And sure enough the walls of the prison did rever- berate with all sorts of screamin' sounds as lawyers and execs and promo per- sonages all decide to jump on JOE for a spectacular high speed gang-bang leading to... - Outside NowVer letra 13:29
[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! - He Used To Cut The GrassVer letra 13:29
[X]Joe: (to himself as he walks out of prison)letra de He Used To Cut The Grass
I'm out at last
Boy, the world
sure looks different
Wow...there's hardly
anything fun to do
Since they made
music illegal
But I'm hooked
I got the habit
I've got to have it
I need to play
But there's no
musicians anymore
They're all gone
Wait! 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 walk through
the parking lot
In a semi-
catatonic state
And dream of
guitar notes
To go with the
loading-zone
announcements.
JOE wanders through the world which by then has been totally epoxied over, carefully organized, with everyone reporting daily to his or her appointed place in a line somewhere in front of a window somewhere in a building somewhere in order to collect his or her welfare check, which, when cashed, made it possible for the young ones to continue the payments for the obsolete and irreparable appliances their parents had purchased on the instalment plan years ago, providing as security the future incomes of their children. The rest of these checks were used by the young recipients to buy fun things of their own on credit, most of which broke down or failed within moments of purchase and seemed to be stacking up everywhere.
Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL
SCRUTINIZER
The White Zone
is for loading and
unloading only.
If you have to load or
unload, go to the
White Zone.
You'll love it.
It's a way of life.
This is the CENTRAL
SCRUTINIZER
The White Zone
is for loading and
unloading only.
If you have to load or
unload, go to the
White Zone.
You'll love it.
It's a way of life.
This is the CENTRAL
SCRUTINIZER
The White Zone
is for loading and
unloading only.
If you have to load or
unload...
As JOE stumbles over mounds of dead consumer goods formed into abstract statues dedicated to the Quality of American Craftsmanship, dreaming his stupid little guitar notes, he hears, somewhere in the back of his head, the voice of MRS. BORG, taunting him:
Mrs. Borg's Voice:
Turn it down!
Turn it down!
I have children
sleeping here!
Don't you boys know
any nice songs?
I'm calling the police!
I did it!
They'll be here...
shortly!
I'm not joking around
anymore!
You'll see now!
There they are...
they're coming!
Listen to that mess,
would you!
Every day this goes on
around here!
He used to
cut my grass...
He was a
very nice boy...
He used to
cut my grass...
He was a
very nice boy...
He used to
cut my grass...
He was a
very nice boy...
He used to
cut my grass...
He was a
very nice boy...
Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Yes...he used to be a nice boy...He used to cut the grass...But now his mind is totally destroyed by music. He's so crazy now he even believes that people are writing articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make matters worse, dreams imaginary vocal parts to a song about the imaginary journalistic profession... - Packard GooseVer letra 13:29
[X]Joe: (clutching the hood ornament of an ancient car)letra de Packard Goose
Maybe you thought I
was the Packard Goose
Or the Ronald
MacDonald of the
nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them
people, I don't
need no excuse
For being what I am
Do you hear me, then?
All them rock 'n roll
writers is the worst
kind of sleaze
Selling punk like
some new kind of
English disease
Is that the wave
of the future?
Aw, spare me please!
Oh no, you gotta go
Who do you write for?
I wanna know
I believe you is the
government's whore
And keeping peoples
dumb is where you're
coming from
And keeping peoples
dumb is where you're
coming from
Fuck all them writers
with the pen in
their hand
I will be more
specific so they
might understand
They can all
kiss my ass
But because it's
so grand
They'd best just
stay away
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Joe, who
did you blow?
Moe pushed
the button boy
And you went
to the show
Better suck a little
harder or the shekels
won't flow
And I don't mean
your thumb
So on your knees
you bum
Just tell yourself
it's yum
And suck it 'till
you're numb
Journalism's
kinda scary
And of it
we should be wary
Wonder what became
of Mary?
And no sooner has he wondered, a vision of Mary appears to him, delivering a little lecture...
Voice Of Mary's Vision:
Hi! It's me...
the girl from the bus...
Remember?
The last tour?
Well...
Information is
not knowledge
Knowledge is
not wisdom
Wisdom is not truth
Truth is not beauty
Beauty is not love
Love is not music
Music is THE BEST...
Wisdom is the domain
of the Wis
(which is extinct).
Beauty is a French
phonetic corruption
Of a short cloth
neck ornament
Currently in
resurgence...
And no sooner has she spoken (which is awkward and probably incorrect but what the fuck), enormous flabby short cloth neck ornaments obscure the horizon in a multitude, beating their ugly wings and working their hidden chrome snap attachments as they resurge in the direction of the White Zone seeking snack material near the Utensil Shrines of Greater America...
Joe:
If you're in the
audience and like
what we do
Well, we want you
to know that we
like you all too
But as for the
sucker who will
write the review
If his mind
is prehensile
(His mind
is prehensile)
He'll put down
his pencil
(He'll put down
his pencil)
And have
himself a squat
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
Go give it all you got
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
Sit 'n spin until you rot
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
He really needs
to squat
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil
Cosmic Utensil)
Now that I got that
over with
I'll just play my
imaginary guitar again
Hey...
soundin' pretty good!
Hey...get down, me...
Boy, what an
imagination!
Love myself better
than I love myself...
I think...
What tone!
Sounds like an
Elegant Gypsy!
What is that?
Musk?
It's hip! - Watermelon In East Hay 13:29
- A Little Green RosettaVer letra 13:29
[X]Act IIIletra de A Little Green Rosetta
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job...Joe did, and he's a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth... And if this doesn't convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE...then maybe I should turn off my plastic' megaphone and
sing the last song on the album in my regular voice...
SCENE EIGHTEEN
A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA
CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You'll make a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You'll make a muffin betta
Betta
It's really getting betta
It's betta, it's betta
With a green rosetta
Green rositti
A little green rositti
It's really, really meaty
A little green rositti
Betta, betta,
(Hey, really out there...really good)
It's really getting betta
It's betta, it's betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
(Good God, give the drummer some)
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Setta, setta, setta, etc....)
(Make a muffin, make a muffin, make a muffin,
Make a muffin betta, make a muffin betta, etc....)
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Etc....)
Good God! You're really jammin ! Now the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World... we haven't forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people...who think that you re outta sight... And for the people in Spain...who think
the French people are where its at... And for the people in Mongolia who always
wanted to go to Spain for a vacation... And for those of you in Taiwan who got chumped,
this chorus is for you: (Rang Tang Ding Dong, I am the Japanese Sandman...
Take eight...)
Green rosetta
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Against the Reggae beat, though... No, it's still Reggae, but it s all backwards)
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You'll make a muffin betta (Etc., etc., etc...)
Now you see, some places in the Third World it might be difficult to dance to this because
the kerosene record player is not a very efficient device.. .And a lot of times they run out of,
they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus... Causing the song to sound like this...
A little green rosetta
However we continue in spite of the fact that the fuel may be low on your record player.
We suggest that in places like the Fourth World where things are really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away... build your own green rosetta...try this recipe: Well start with a lump of
grass... the grass bone connected to the ankle bone...the knee bone connected to the
wishbone...and then everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren.
Hey! And we've flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Steve Gad's clone to play the out-chorus on this song...lies really outa-site, in spite of
thefact that the click track is totally irrelevant to what he's doing now. I in listening to
the click, yes I'm suffering with the click track right now...this guy is totally out of sync with it,
but what the fuck. Ed Mann will call him up later, show him the sign. Okay Vinnie, where
is five?
They're pretty good musicians
They re pretty good musicians
They're pretty good musicians
They're pretty good musicians
But it don't make no difference
If they're good musicians
Because anybody who would buy this record
Doesn't give a fuck if there's good musicians
On it
Because this is a stupid song
AND THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You make a muffin betta
With a little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Rosetta, rosetta, rosetta
(etc., etc., etc....)
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