You Are What You Is de Frank Zappa

Listado de Canciones

1. Teen-Age Wind3:01

   Letra

   Frank Zappa (lead vocals) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) I gotta be free Free as the wind Free as the way I gotta be Maybe I'm lost Maybe I've sinned I gotta be totally free Our parents don't love us Our teachers they say Things that are boring So were running away And we will be free And people will see That when we are free Thats the way we should be We must be free We must be free as the wind We were free well when we were born We were born free but now We are not free anymore But we wanna be free And were gonna be free So we wanna be free And were gonna be free Did you know that: Free is when you don't Have to pay for nothing Or do nothing We want to be free Free as the wind (4x) We wanna, yeah-heah, we wanna, yeah-heah, we wanna, yeah-heah, we wanna be free We gonna, yeah-heah, we gonna, yeah-heah, we gonna, yeah-heah, we gonna be free We gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta be free We gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta be free We gotta, gotta Gotta be free Gotta be free Gotta be free Yeah-heah, yeah-heah (etc., repeat)
2. Harder Than Your Husband2:28

   Letra

   We must say good-bye There's no need for you to cry It's better that I tell you this tonight Our affair has been quite heated You thought I was what you needed But the time has come, my darlin' To set things right, 'cause I'll be harder than yer husband To get along with Harder than yer husband every night Harder than yer husband Harder than yer husband An' I don't want our love affair To end with a fight You been like a little angel How you loved me I appreciate the warmth of your embrace Well, the world don't need to know How I adored you But there's somethin' I must tell you, darlin' Face to face... I'll be harder than yer husband To get along with Harder than yer husband every night Harder than yer husband Harder than yer husband An' I don't want our love affair To end with a fight So it's adios, adios, my little darlin' (adios my little darlin'...) Gotta go now... Keep that hankie that I gave you for when you cry There are things that trouble me And I'm sure that you must see That it breaks my heart the same as yours When we say good-bye Harder than yer husband Harder than yer...much, much, much Harder than yer husband Harder than yer...much, much, much Harder than yer husband Harder than yer...much, much, much Harder than yer husband Harder than yer...
3. Doreen4:43

   Letra

   Doreen...don't make me wait Til tomorrow Oh-wo-no-oh-wo... Please darling Let me love you tonight An' it'll be awright You...can't make me say I don't want you Oh-wo-no-oh-wo... My heart Is burning with love And I want you tonight I really love you You make me feel good Please don't deceive me Doreen you know you should Stay with me always We could be lovers Doreen you're different Then all the...others Doreen...don't make me wait Til tomorrow Oh-wo-no-oh-wo... Please darling Let me love you tonight An' it'll be awright You...can't make me say I don't want you Oh-wo-no-oh-wo... My heart Is burning with love And I want you tonight
4. Goblin Girl4:07

   Letra

   Hob-noblin Wit de goblin De Goblin Girl From da mystery world Hob-noblin Wit de goblin She's black 'n green 'Cause it's Halloween Raggedy black Is the way she dress Little green shoes 'N her hair's a mess On Halloween night At de costume ball She's a Goblin Girl An' she can gobble it all She's a goblin She's a Goblin Girl She's a goblin She's a Goblin Girl I been hobblin' 'Cause of the Goblin Goblin Girl ...Goblin Girl Some girls like To dress like a witch Some girls like to dress like a queen Best way a girl Can dress for me Is in a Goblin suit (They look so cute...) When they're a goblin There ain't a problin When they're a goblin I start a-wobblin' Pink all over Some is tan Goblin Girls From every land They look good From any which-a-way Every Halloween You can hear me say: "Goblin Girl, take it away..." Hob-noblin Wit de goblin De Goblin Girl From da mystery world (TRICK OR TREAT NOW...etc) Talkin' 'bout the bad girls All the Goblin Girls Talkin' 'bout the bad, bad girls The little Goblin Girls Some are called Doreen Some are dressed in green They're tricking your treat But they're bad girls They're very bad girls (LEPRECHAUN LIGHT...etc.) They make your face look like you got scales on it But that's okay... When the green light shines down On the black guys in the band Everybody in the audience Thinks they're seeing something That looks like it's made out of Fish skin But Coy leaves the green gels in the truss Because he knows the guys in the front Really enjoy looking like they've got Scales all over their body...
5. Theme from the 3rd Movement of Sinister Footwear3:34
6. Society Pages2:27

   Letra

   You're the ol' lady from the society pages From a small town somewhere i used to be You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff That didn't appeal to me Ol' lady ol'lady Ol' lady ol'lady Ol' lady ol'lady Ol' lady ol'lady The hostpital plans (yer brother drew 'em all) You ran the paper 'n charity ball Every day on the third or fourth page There you was..you was quite the rage Somehow you was all kinda cheap 'n wrong Just like in a lotta small towns Where folks like you Hang around too long And pass out jobs to yer relatives 'n such So you all keeps a lot, 'n nobody else Ever gets too much...to speak of... So what? what can you say? So long as the trash gets picked up So long as the trash gets locked up Just so the trash don't stack up Some day you won't be on page three Or page four anymore Ol' lady ol'lady Ol' lady ol'lady Ol' lady ol'lady Ol' lady ol'lady By the grace of god you had a son He's the one and only one He grew up and by and by He came to be a beautiful guy
7. I'm a Beautiful Guy1:56
8. Beauty Knows No Pain3:01

   Letra

   Beauty knows no pain So what you cryin' about Girl Beauty knows no pain So what you cryin' about Girl Beauty knows no Beauty knows no Beauty knows no Even if yer plain You could be tryin' it out Girl Even if yer plain You could be tryin' it out Girl Beauty is no Beauty is no Beauty is no Beauty is a bikini wax 'n waitin' for yer nails to dry Beauty is colored pencil, scribbled all around yer eye Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die Beauty is a Beauty is a Beauty is a Lie But you don't care if it's a lie 'Cause you are such a beautiful guy Your head is north, your feet is south And you save the rest for Charlie's mouth Your head is north Your feet is south And you save the rest for CHARLIE'S ENORMOUS MOUTH...
9. Charlie's Enormous Mouth3:36
10. Any Downers?2:09

    Letra

    And all around At the side of the grave Stood charlie's friends Who could not save This stupid girl From the way she behaved But among the mourners And the frowners A cry were heard...(aaaargh!) Any downers? Any downers? Any downers? Any downers? No i ain't got any more No i ain't got any more No i ain't got any more No i ain't got any more Your downers are gone They was all you could get To ease your mind And your deep regret Over charlie's mouth So enormous 'n wet Now all you got Is your tv set You turn it on And watch and dream A dream of love On the tiny screeen And what do you see As you lay in bed? It's a bald kinda girl With a pointed head Oh no...
11. Conehead4:20

    Letra

    Conehead...she ain't really dumb She's just a Conehead...'tater chip crumbs All over her face Is there any more beer Stashed away at her place? She's just a Conhead...she can't help herself "She's a Conehead girl..." Pitch her a ring That is the thing That's getting her hot-uh A hoop or a ring Goin' over the top of her Conehead "She is from a small town in France 'N she's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of guy" That's what she gives me is-uh Oooh! Conehead When she's on her knees The point is so high I keep sayin' please Keep it out of my eye, she's a Conehead (She's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of guy, kind of a girl-thing...) Saturday Night You're home alone The TV lights up As her dad comes home He's been workin' all day At the drivin' school In a stupid-lookin' hat That he uses to fool The people of Earth Who might get back If they knew he was really From Remulak, where the Conehead...people are from, where the Conehead...people go to, when the Conehead...people are done with their Conehead...things that are fun Connie the cone Is dressed real neat Like a teen-age girl From down the street But Mom 'n Dad They don't approve Carbohydrates Is all they groove Connie's eye Has a tiny tear But they rinse it away With a case of beer A bag of chips 'N fiberglass Her diet's a riot I can't keep quiet I'd love to try it But I think I'll pass To eat that kind of stuff they pack You'd hafta be from *Remulak*, where the Conehead...people are from, where the Conehead...people go to, when the Conehead...people are done with the Conehead...things that are fun, where the Conehead...people are from, where the Conehead...people go to, when the Conehead...people are done, with the Conehead...things that are fun
12. You Are What You Is4:22

    Letra

    Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am A cow don't make ham You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man From a middle class fam'ly Started singin' the blues 'Cause he thought it was manly Now he talks like the Kingfish ("Saffiiiee!") From Amos 'n Andy ("Holy mack'l dere . . . Holy mack'l dere!") He tells you that chitlins . . . (Chitlins!) Well, they taste just like candy He thinks that he's got De whole thang down From the Nivea Lotion To the Royal Crown Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am A cow don't make ham You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man Of the Negro Persuasion Devoted his life To become a caucasian He stopped eating pork He stopped eating greens He traded his dashiki ("Uhuru!") For some Jordache Jeans He learned to play golf An' he got a good score Now he says to himself "I AIN'T NO NIGGER NO MORE . . . HEY! HEY! HEY!" "I don't understand you . . . " BWANA MA-COO-BAH "Would you please speak more clearly . . . " MERCEDES BAINNNNNNNZ Who is who (I don't know . . . ) 'N what is what (Somethin' I just don't know . . . ) 'N why is this (Tell me now . . . ) Appropriot (That's a funny pronunciation if'n ever I heard one . . . ) If you don't like (Where'd you get that word?) What you has got (Appropriot? The word is not . . . ) Drop it in the dirt (Drop it yeah . . . ) 'N let it rot (I can smell it now . . . ) Someone else (Here they come, here they come . . . ) Will surely come (I told you they was comin') 'N pick it up (That's right!) 'Cause he wants some (An' he wants it for free . . . ) And when one day (There will come a day . . . ) You wonder who (I wonder too . . . ) You used to was (Who I was anyway . . . ) 'N what you do (I used to work at the post office . . . ) You'll scratch your head (But I don't wanna un-do my doo . . . ) 'N look around (Just to see what's goin' on . . . ) But what you lost (Can't seem to find it . . . ) Will not be found (A Mercedes Benz . . . ) Do you know what you are? (I know . . . ) You are what you is (I'm the kinda guy . . . ) You is what you am (That ought to be drivin' a Mercedes Benz . . . ) A cow don't make a ham (A four-fifty SLC . . . ) You ain't what you're not (A big ol' red one . . . ) So see what you got (With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk . . . ) You are what you is (I'm gwine down to de links on Saturday mornin' . . . ) An' that's all it is (Gimme a five dollar bill . . . ) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (And an overcoat too . . . ) AND THAT'S ALL IT IS (Where's my waitress? Yeah . . . ) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (Robbie, take me to Greek Town . . . ) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (I'm harder than yer husband; harder than yer husband . . . ) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (I'm goin' down to White Street, to the Mudd Club y'all . . . ) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (I'm goin' down 'n work the wall 'n work the floor . . . ) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS ('N work the pipe 'n work the wall . . . ) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (Some more . . . )
13. Mudd Club3:11

    Letra

    Hey, they're really dancin' They're on auto-destruct On the floor On the pipe Bouncin' off-a the wall Hey, the people here are really Tearin' it up On the side In the back By the front of the stage They ain't really crazy You can take it from me I should know 'cause i go Every time i'm in town If you never tried it Lemme straighten you out It's the best kinda place To unfasten yerself Mudd club All the way downtown Mudd club They ain't messin' around Just turn to the left 'n look around It's there somewhere If you ain't found it, better Hurry up The folks down there's on auto-destruct And so can you be too (fact of the matter It's made for you...) Try it on a saturday 'bout four o'clock in The mornin' Or even on a monday at midnight When there's just a few of them Fabulous poodles Doin' the peppermint twist for real In black sack dresses with nine inch heels And then a guy with a blue mohawk comes in In serious leather... (and all the rest of whom for which To whensonever of partially Indeterminate Bio-chemical degradation Seek the path to sudsy yellow nozzle Of their foaming nocturnal Parametric digital whole-wheat Inter-faith Geothermal terpsichorean ejectamenta In serious leather...serious chains Then they work the wall 'n work the floor 'n work the pipe 'n work the wall some more In serious leather In serious chains In serious clothing From when they come downtown From the ruins of studio 54 To twist 'n frugg In an arrogant gesture To the best of what the 20th century has To offer, at the Mudd club Al malkin's down there now Looking for a virgin with nice breath... (why, maybe it's you... And you don't even know it!) Hey, they're really dancin' They're on auto-destruct On the floor On the pipe Bouncin' off-a the wall Hey, the people here are really Tearin' it up On the side In the back By the front of the stage They ain't really crazy You can take it from me I should know 'cause i go Every time i'm in town If you never tried it Lemme straighten you out It's the best kinda place To unfasten yerself Work the wall Work the floor Work the pipe In serious pain
14. The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing3:10

    Letra

    Some take the bible For what it's worth When it says that the meek Shall inherit the earth Well, I heard that some sheik Has bought New Jersey last week 'N you suckers ain't gettin' nothin' Is hare rama really wrong If you wander around With a napkin on With a bell on a stick An' your hair is all gone (The geek shall inherit nothin') You say yer life's a bum deal 'N yer up against the wall Well, people, you ain't even got no kinda Deal at all Cause what they do In Washington They just takes care of number one An' number one ain't you You ain't even number two Those Jesus freaks Well, they're friendly but The shit they believe Has got their minds all shut An' they don't even care When the church takes a cut Ain't it bleak when you got so much nothin' (So whaddya do? Hey!) Eat that pork Eat that ham Laugh till ya choke On billy graham Moses, aaron 'n abraham They're all a waste of time 'N it's your ass that's on the line (It's your ass that's on the line) Do what you wanna Do what you will Just don't mess up Your neighbor's thrill 'N when you pay the bill Kindly leave a little tip And help the next poor sucker On his one way trip Some take the bible (Aw gimme a half a dozen for the hotel room!)
15. Dumb All Over5:50

    Letra

    Whoever we are Wherever we're from We shoulda noticed by now Our behavior is dumb And if our chances Expect to improve It's gonna take a lot more Than tryin' to remove The other race Or the other whatever From the face Of the planet altogether They call it the earth Which is a dumb kinda name But they named it right 'cause we behave the same... We are dumb all over Dumb all over, Yes we are Dumb all over, Near 'n far Dumb all over, Black 'n white People, we is not wrapped tight Nurds on the left Nurds on the right Religous fanatics On the air every night Sayin' the bible Tells the story Makes the details Sound real gory 'bout what to do If the geeks over there Don't believe in the book We got over here You can't run a race Without no feet 'n pretty soon There won't be no street For dummies to jog on Or doggies to dog on Religous fanatics Can make it be all gone (i mean it won't blow up 'n disappear It'll just look ugly For a thousand years...) You can't run a country By a book of religion Not by a heap Or a lump or a smidgeon Of foolish rules Of ancient date Designed to make You all feel great While you fold, spindle And mutilate Those unbelievers From a neighboring state To arms! to arms! Hooray! that's great Two legs ain't bad Unless there's a crate They ship the parts To mama in For souvenirs: two ears (get down!) Not his, not hers, (but what the hey?) The good book says: ("it gotta be that way!") But their book says: "revenge the crusades... With whips 'n chains 'n hand grenades..." Two arms? two arms? Have another and another Our god says: "there ain't no other!" Our god says "it's all okay!" Our god says "this is the way!" It says in the book: "burn 'n destroy... 'n repent, 'n redeem 'n revenge, 'n deploy 'n rumble thee forth To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side 'cause they don't go for what's in the book 'n that makes 'em bad So verily we must choppeth them up And stompeth them down Or rent a nice french bomb To poof them out of existance While leaving their real estate just where we need it To use again For temples in which to praise our god ("cause he can really take care of business!") And when his humble tv servant With humble white hair And humble glasses And a nice brown suit And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls Tells us our god says It's okay to do this stuff Then we gotta do it, 'cause if we don't do it, We ain't gwine up to hebbin! (depending on which book you're using at the Time...can't use theirs... it don't work ...it's all lies...gotta use mine...) Ain't that right? That's what they say Every night... Every day... Hey, we can't really be dumb If we're just following god's orders Hey, let's get serious... God knows what he's doin' He wrote this book here An' the book says: He made us all to be just like him," So... If we're dumb... Then god is dumb... (an' maybe even a little ugly on the side)
16. Heavenly Bank Account4:03

    Letra

    And if these words you do not heed Your pocketbook just kinda might recede When some man comes along and claims a godly need He will clean you out right through your tweed That's right, remember There is a big difference between kneeling down and bending over... He's got twenty million dollars in his heavenly bank account All from those chumps who was born again Oh yeah... Oh yeah... He's got seven limousines and a private plane All for the use of his special friends Oh yeah... Oh yeah... He's got thousand-dollar suits and a wembley tie... Girls love to stroke it while he's on the phone Oh yeah... Oh yeah... At the house of representatives, he's a groovy guy... When he gives thanks, he is not alone... He is dealin', he is really dealin' Irs can't determine where the hook is It is easy with the bible to pretend that you're in show biz (And a-one, and a-two, and a...) They won't get him, they will never get him For the naughty stuff that he did It is best in cases like this to pretend that you are stupid (Doh...) He's got presidential help all along the way He says the grace while the lawyers chew Oh yeah... They sure do And the governors agree to say: "he's a lovely man!" He makes it easier for them to screw All of you... Yes, that's true! 'Cause he helps put the fear of God in the common man Snatchin' up money everywhere he can Oh yeah... Oh yeah... He's got twenty million dollars in his heavenly bank account You ain't got nothin', people (Tax the churches!) You ain't got nothin', people (Tax the businesses owned by the churches!) You ain't got nothin', people Thank the man... Oh yeah... That's right You ain't got nothin' And they got it all And your miserable ass Is up against the wall The only thing You have not tried It's the sport of chumps And that's suicide
17. Suicide Chump2:50

    Letra

    You say there ain't no use in livin' It's all a waste of time 'n you wanna throw your life away, well People that's just fine Go ahead on 'n get it over with then Find you a bridge 'n take a jump Just make sure you do it right the first time 'cause nothin's worse than a suicide Chump You say there ain't no light a-shinin' Through the bushes up ahead 'n we're all gonna be so sorry When we find out you are dead Go head on and get it over with then Find you a bridge 'n take a jump Just make sure you do it right the first Time 'cause nothin's worse than a suicide Chump Now maybe you're scared of jumpin' 'n poison makes you sick 'n you want a little attention 'n you need it pretty quick Don't wanna mess your face up Or we won't know if it's you Aw there's just so much to worry about Now what you gonna do? Go head on 'n get it over with then Go head on 'n get it over with then Go head on 'n get it over with then Go head on 'n get it over with then You're on the bridge; Scared to leap, But a girl walks over To take a peep... She says: "don't do it!" But wouldn't you know... The girl got a head Like a buffalo With a little red hair All over the top An' her breath would make the Traffic stop She says "i love you... But first, let's eat!" And all you can say as you run down the Street Is...
18. Jumbo Go Away3:42

    Letra

    Jumbo, go away Jumbo, go away Jumbo leave me alone Get your head off my bone I wanna go home ("I'm hungry") Jumbo lighten up Jumbo lighten up Jumbo give me a break Lighten up on my snake That's all I can take (Robbie take me to Greek Town!) It seems I can't explain The way I feel about you You just don't understand You're from Kalamazoo... You got to realize Our little romance deal Will not materialize Into a thing that you'd call REAL... (I think I have worms...) Jumbo gotta go Jumbo gotta go Jumbo better get back Or your eye will get black When I give you a smack (Boo-hoo-hoo...) Jumbo don't you cry Jumbo don't you cry Jumbo this is good-bye I ain't gonna lie So wash up your pie Wash up your pie (There are three things that smell like fish!) Wash up your pie (One of them is fish...) Wash up your pie (The other two...) Wash up your pie (Are growing on you...)
19. If Only She Woulda3:47

    Letra

    You took a chance On Jumbo's love If only she woulda Gave you the shove That might have sent you On your way But it's too late now You got a letter today... Life and love Has left you shafted And of on top of that You just got drafted
20. Drafted Again3:05

    Letra

    Registered mail...special delivery Oh no You're gonna hafta sign fer this, buddy Oh no I know you're in there, ya little sumbitch Oh no Goddam little communist... (weep, weep, weep) I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted Phooey! I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted No-oh-woh-oh-woh... Roller skates 'n disco It's a lot of fun I'm too young 'n stupid To operate a gun Lacelia jackson! come on down! I don't wanna get drafted Nancy butterworth! come on down! You're the next contestants on Sooooo what! I don't wanna get drafted And, but, also... I don't wanna get drafted A new car! I don't wanna get drafted But that's not all... My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted She don't wanna go My sister don't wanna get drafted My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted She don't wanna go My sister don't wanna get drafted Wars are really ugly They're dirty and they're cold I don't want nobody To shoot me in the fox hole...fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole "leave my nose alone, please..."