Joe's Garage de Frank Zappa

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Disco 1

1. The Central Scrutinizer13:29

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   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-looking 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!
2. Joe's Garage13:29
3. Catholic Girls13:29

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   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...
4. Crew Slut13:29

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   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. 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!
5. Fembot In A Wet T-Shirt13:29

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   Act I 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.
6. On The Bus13:29

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   Act i 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...
7. Why Does It Hurt When I Pee?13:29

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   Shortly after his liaison with the taco stand lady, Joe makes a horrible discovery... 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?
8. Lucille Has Messed My Mind Up13:29

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   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. 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!
9. Scrutinizer Of Postlude13:29
10. A Token Of My Extreme13:29

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    Act II 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.)
11. Stick It Out13:29

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    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... 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!
12. Sy Borg13:29

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    Central scrutinizer: 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

1. Dong Work For Yuda13:29

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   Central scrutinizer: 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...
2. Keep It Greasy13:29

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   Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) 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...
3. Outside Now13:29

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   These executives have plooked the fuck out of me And there's still a long time to go before I've Paid my debt to society. And all I ever really wanted to do was Play the guitar 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!
4. He Used To Cut The Grass13:29

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   Joe: (to himself as he walks out of prison) 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...
5. Packard Goose13:29

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   Joe: (clutching the hood ornament of an ancient car) 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!
6. Watermelon In East Hay13:29
7. A Little Green Rosetta13:29

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   Act III (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....)