1.Baby Snakes
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre lewis (background vocals)
Randy thornton (background vocals)
Davey moire (background vocals)
Baby snakes
Late at night is when they come out
Baby snakes
Sure you know what i'm talkin' about
Pink 'n' wet
They make the best kinda pet
Baby
Baby
Snakes
Looked around
An' there's a couple right near me
Baby snakes
Maybe i think they can probably hear me
Pink 'n' wet
I'll take all i can get
Baby
Baby
Sna-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-kes, yeah
They live in a ho-ho-hole
(tiny hole)
That is usually empty
(usually empty, tiny too)
They live by a code
(dit dit dit dit)
That is usually smpte
Which stands for
Society of motion picture ＆ television engineers
Maybe i think
That is what keeps them in sync
They're wet 'n' they're pink
I think i'll give 'em a, give 'em a,
Give 'em a drink
Baby sna-a-a-a-a-akesss
2.Black Page #2
3.Dinah Moe Humm
Terry bozzio (drums)
Roy estrada (vocals, bass)
Adrian belew (guitar)
Ed mann (percussion)
Patrick o'hearn (bass)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
One two three four
I couldn't say where she's comin' from,
But i just met a lady named dinah-moe humm
She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill says you can't make me cum
No way!
(y'jes can't do it)
She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb
She could prove it any time all men was scum
I don't mind that she called me a bum,
But i knew right away she was really gonna cum
(so i got down to it)
I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb
An' applied rotation on her sugar plum
I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb
But i still didn't hear no dinah-moe humm,
Dinah-moe humm
Dinah-moe humm
Dinah-moe humm
Where's this dinah-moe
Comin' from
I just spent three hours
An' i ain't got a crumb
From the dinah-moe, dinah-moe, dinah-moe
From the dinah-moe humm
I got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
I got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
I got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
I got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
And i can't get into it
Unless i get out of it
An' i gotta be out of it
To get myself into it
'cause i can't get into it
Unless i get out of it
An' i gotta be out of it
Before i get into it
(she looked over at me with a glazed eye
And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area
And she said...)
And here's what she said：
Just get me wasted
An' you're half-way there
'cause if my mind's tore up,
Well, then my body don't care
I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin
An' said my-my-my
What sort of thing
Might this lady get high upon？
The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more
When her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floor
She said dinah-moe might win the bet
But she could use a little (ow!) if i wasn't done yet
I told her...
Just because the sun
Want a place in the sky
No reason to assume
I wouldn't give her a try
So i pulled on her hair
Got her legs in the air
An' asked her if she had any cooties in there
(whaddya mean cooties! no cooties on me!)
She was buns-up kneelin'
Buns up!
I was wheelin' an' dealin'
Wheelin' an' dealin' an ooooh!
She surrender to the feelin'
She sweetly surrendered
An' she started in to squealin'
Dinah-moe watched from the edge of the bed
With her lips just twitchin' an' her face gone red
Some drool rollin' down
From the edge of her chin
While she spied the condition
Her sister was in
She quivered 'n quaked
An' clutched at herself
Her sister made a joke
About her mental health
Until dinah-moe finally
Did give in
But i told her
All she really needed
Was some discipline...
I said：
Kiss my aura...dora...
That's right!
You know why？
Because obviously it was real angora
And then i said：
Would you all like some more-a？
Right here on the flora？
An' how 'bout you, fauna？
Do you wanna？
...frank, frank...up on stage...up on stage, frank...
Alright...
Take me up man, i want...
Take you up？
Yeah!
Sure!
Wait a minute, now that you're up on stage,
What's your name？
Brian reviera
Are you having a ok halloween brian？
I'm having an excellent time...
Sing for greenwich man, greenwich, connecticut ...
Alright now, i'll tell you what...
Brian, do you know the words to this song？
Well, in a way, in a way...
Ok, here's...brian, this is your golden opportunity：
This is the frank zappa performer-like contest
Now here's what you're going to do：
We're gonna play this song again
And you're gonna pretend you're me.
And you pretend to sing the song
And dance all across the stage
And get these people a very good halloween show, would you？
Right! yeah! yeah!
Ok, ready？
Work! work!
I couldn't say where she's comin' from,
But i just met a lady named dinah-moe humm
Good!
She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill says you can't make me cum
(y'jes can't do it)
She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb
She could prove it any time all men was scum
I don't mind that she called me a bum,
But i knew right away she was really gonna cum
(so i got down to it)
I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb
An' applied rotation on her sugar plum
I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb
An' you know i heard some dinah-moe humm,
Dinah-moe humm
Dinah-moe
Dinah-moe
Dinah-moe
A little dinah-moe
A little dinah-moe
A little dinah-moe again
Little dinah-moe
A little dinah-moe again
Little dinah-moe
A little dinah-moe again
Little dinah-moe ... hey! how come you guys aren't singing？
Wait a minute, wait a minute...
Dinah-moe
Dinah-moe
Dinah-moe
...
That's right!
Dinah-moe
Dinah-moe
Dinah-moe
...
Give me that hat!
Dinah-moe
Alright!
Alright, alright
What？ san ber'dino？
No, no, not yet...
I'll tell you what
Boy is this thing hard to hold on your head!
Let's do another song...here...
(san ber'dino!)
No no, we'll do that later...
Hey thanks man,
You do a pretty good imitation of me...
Nice fingernail polish!
Really good! really good! i like that...
It's great...look at...show the camera,
Show the camera your fingernails,
Very good...thanks
4.Disco Boy
Terry bozzio (drums, background vocals)
Davey moire (vocals)
Andre lewis (organ, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Dave parlato (bass)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)
Ruth underwood (synthesizer, marimba)
Donnie vliet (harmonica)
Louanne neil (harp)
Ruben ladron de guevara (background vocals)
Sharkie barker (background vocals)
Disco boy! run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! pucker your lip, and check your shoulders,
'cause some dandruff might be hiding there.
Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the
Disco thing made you think someday that you
Just might go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a
Disco boy, to treat you right.
He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight.
Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb.
Disco boy! run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! shake it more than three times and you're
Playing with it while you're standing there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl
Who's really right, gonna fall for your line,
And feed you a box full of chicken delight.
Disco chit-chat so demure,
Pump that booty all across the floor.
A disco drink, a disco wink,
You never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
Duty. go duty!
Duty. go duty!
Duty. you never go duty.
Duty. you never go duty.
Duty. you never go duty.
Duty. you never go duty.
You never duty. go duty.
Duty. you never duty.
Disco boy! you got one more chance, to comb your hair again.
Disco boy! they're closing the bar, and she's
Leaving with your friend.
Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and
Try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow.
Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you
Still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll
Blot out your disco sorrow.
It's disco love tonight. make sure you look alright.
It's disco love tonight. make sure you look alright.
5.Intro Rap
6.Jones Crusher
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre lewis (background vocals)
Randy thornton (background vocals)
Davey moire (background vocals)
My baby's got
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Well my baby's got
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
She don't merely fit like a glove
That little girl's got the jones
That little girl's got the jones
That little girl's got the jones
She's tryin' to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Well, she's tryin' to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
She don't never wanna leave it alone
She can push; she can shove
Till it's just a nub
She can push; she can shove
Till it's just a nub
Just a nub
Just a nub
Here she comes
With her red dress on
Steam shoots out
＞from the sprinklers on the lawn
The eyes be rollin'
On the concrete fawn
The wind can't blow
'cause the sky is gone
The wind can't blow
'cause the sky is gone
The wind can't blow
'cause the sky is gone
Jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
She's a jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
(etc. ad lib)
7.Punky's Whips
Terry bozzio (drums)
Roy estrada (vocals, bass)
Adrian belew (guitar)
Ed mann (percussion)
Patrick o'hearn (bass)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Alright!
What's this？
Thank you! what？ ok!
Thank you! wait a minute!
Ah...take these...
Ok!
In today's rapidly changing world
Rock groups appear every fifteen minutes,
Utilising some new promotional device.
Some of these devices have been known
To leave irreparable scars
On the minds of foolish young consumers.
One such case is seated before you：
Little skinny terry 'ted' bozzio,
That cute little drummer!
That's right!
Terry recently fell in love
With a publicity-photo of a boy named punky meadows...
(oh punky!)...
Lead guitar player from a group called angel.
In the photograph,
Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo
In a semi-profile which emphasized the pootched out succulence
Of his insolent pouting rictus,
The sight of which drove the helpless young drummer mad with
desire!
I can't stand the way he pouts
'cause he might not be pouting for me!
Punky meadows, pouting for you？
Ha! you bet sailor!
You mean,
You mean he's not...he's not pouting...
He's not pouting for me？
His hair's so shiny and it's done real nice
'til i squirm with ecstasy
Punky, punky, give me your lips to die on!
Oh punky, isn't it romantic？
Punky, punky, give me your lips
To die on...i promise not to come in your mouth
Punky, punky, your album's the shits!
It's all wrong!
I ain't really queer
But if he ever got near
Steven tyler would pay to see!
Pay to see!
Punky's lips, punky's lips
His hair's so shiny,
I love his hips!
I love his teeth and his gums and such!
Punky
(what is it？ you come home!)
You're an angel!
You're too much
(oh god!)
The boys of my thoughts in my lonely teenage room!
He's been havin' a rash
(no shit!)
That keeps the girls away
(it's true)
Skin doom
(skin doom)
Is what the doctors say
And that makes me wonder
I wonder what punky is rehearsing today
I'll just go over, and hear him play
His hair is so pretty...i'd like to bite his neck
I've heard a rumor he's more fluid than jeff beck
But i ain't queer
I ain't gay
(he's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
A wrist array-ee-ay
(that's all that is, i swear!)
Punky's lips, punky's lips!
Oh! i love his hair while eatin' dunk-y chips
Yeah! i love his blink and his blank-blank-blank
Why, maybe he'd like to yank my crank？
Yank it punky!
Yank it faster!
Yank it harder!
Yank it all nite long!
Come on punky!
Get funky!
I ain't queer
No no no no!
I ain't gay
No no no no!
(he's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
Wrist array-ee-ay
And then he told me now：
I ain't queer!
(hey!)
I ain't gay!
(hey! hey!)
(he's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
I-i, lord,
I'm fo-o-o-ond of chiffo-on
In a wrist array-ee-ay
Oh oh oh oh!
I-i, i said i'm fo-o-ond of chiffo-on
In a wri-i-i-i-ist array
Come on punky!
Give me your lips!
Ride on my venus-trip!
Patrick o'hearn,
Adrian belew,
Tommy mars,
Terry bozzio,
Peter wolf,
Ed mann.
Thanks for comin' to the show!
8.Titties 'n' Beer
Terry bozzio (drums)
Roy estrada (vocals, bass)
Adrian belew (guitar)
Ed mann (percussion)
Patrick o'hearn (bass)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
It was the blackest night!
There was no moon in sight!
(you know the stars ain't shinin'
'cause the sky's too tight)
I heard the scary wind!
I seen some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name of 'chrissy'
Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me...
'n this ride up the mountain of mystery, (mystery)
(how 're you doin'？)
I noticed even the crickets
Acted weird up here
And so i figured i might
Just drink a little beer
I said, 'gimme summa that what yer suckin' on...'
But there was no reply
'cause she was gone!
'where's those titties i like so well,
'n' my goddam beer!'
Is what i started to yell, then i heard this noise
Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the devil!
(he's about this big!)
He had a red suit on
An' a widow's peak
An' then a pointed tail
'n like a sulphur reek,
Yes, it was him awright,
I swear i knowed it was!
He had some human flesh
Stuck underneath his claws
You know, it looked to me
Like it was titty skin!
I said, 'you son-of-a-bitch!'
('cause i was mad at him!)
He just got out his floss
'n started cleanin' his fang
So i shot him with my shooter,
Said： bang! bang! bang!
Then the sucker just laughed 'n said： 'put it away!
You know, i ate her all up...now what you
Gonna say？'
You ate my chrissy？
'yeah! titties 'n all!'
Well what about the beer then？
'now, were the cans this tall？'
Even her boots？
'would i lie to you？'
Shit, you musta been hungry!
'yeah, this is true.'
Don't they pay you good for the
Stuff that you do？
'well, you know, i can't complain when the checks come
through...'
Well i want my chrissy,
Oh yeah？
'n i want my beer
Hah!
So you just barf it back up!
Now, devil, do you hear？
Look：
'blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!
I mean, i am the devil, do you understand？
Just what will you give me for your
Titties and beer？
I suppose you noticed this little
Contract here...'
Yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore!
Don't call me that!
That's about the only reason
I learned writin' for!
Gimme that paper! bet yer horns i'll sign!
Because i need a beer, 'n it's titty-
Squeezin' time!
'man, you can't fool me! you ain't that bad!
Oh yeah？
Why you shoulda seen some of the souls that i've had!
There was milhous nixon 'n agnew too!
'n both of those suckers was worse 'n you!'
Let's make a deal if you think
That's true
I mean, you're supposed to be the devil so...whatcha
Gonna do？
Heh？
Now hold on just a second...
You wanna make a deal with me hah？
Yeah!
Well ah, i don't know man, you know...
I just don't know about this...
What？
See, cause i...
Listen, you're...are you losing your nerve？
No man, it ain't got nothin' to do with nerve...
You're supposed to be the devil!
It's got to do...
You're supposed to be bad!
It's got to do with style, fool!
I don't know if you've the right style to get into hell,
You know...
Well, actually, to tell you...tell you the honest to god
Truth,
I'm very short on style as a matter of fact...
Yeah, i know...that's...that's what makes me wonder
But i have...i, i think i have something that
You may be interested in...
What is that？
You can have my soul
It's a mean little sucker
'bout a thousand years old
But once you gets it
You can't give it back
You gotta keep it forever
An' that's a natural fact!
Ooh wee!
Do you read me devil？
Oh yeah!
What？ am i supposed to be scared, man？
Oh yeah, reety, aw-righty!
Oh yeah, that's real tough!
I bet you're real bad!
Listen fool, you've got to prove to me that you're rough
Enough to get into hell
That you've got the style enough to get into hell
So start talkin'...
Alright, lemme tell ya somethin'
Alright!
I'll prove to you that i'm bad enough to go to hell
Yeah!
Because i have been through it!
Yeah!
I have seen it!
Yeah!
It has happened to me!
Yeah!
Remember, i was signed with warner brothers
For eight fuckin' years!!!
Tell me about it!
Now you're talkin' about something!
Now how bad is that？
That sounds good to me, motherfucker!
So move right along
Tell me what your interests are, you know...
If we're gonna come to some kind of agreement,
I've got to know what you're all about, you know...
'cause i don't know if you're the right type for the...
For the place, you know
Look...lemme tell you what my problem really is, you see
Ok...
My problem is that i don't belong anywhere
Aha...
You see... i don't even belong where you are, you see
I hope not!
I, i'm a simple person, you know
I have very small desires in life
Titties 'n beer, you know
No! what？
Titties 'n beer!
No! no man, you're joking...
Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
What？ no! no please... no! not that! oh no man, no!
Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
No! no! no! no! no! not titties 'n beer!
Oh i can't stand titties 'n beer!...
Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
(i'm in you! i'm in you!)
Oh no! no! no! wait...
Ah! look at this! what am i gonna do with this thing？
...wait, wait, please no!
Hey! look at this!
'no! don't sign it! give me time to think!
...hold on a second, boy, 'cause...that's
Magic ink!'
Then the devil barfed
'n out jumped my girl
They heard the titties plop-ploppin'
All around the world, she said：
'i got three beers 'n a fist fulla downs,
An' i'm gonna get ripped, so fuck
You clowns!'
Then she gave us the finger!
(it was rigid 'n stiff)
That's when the devil, she farted
An' she went right over the cliff!
The devil was mad!
(i took off to my pad)
I swear i do declare!
How did she get back there？
I swear i do declare!
How did she get back there？
I swear i do declare!
How did she get back there？
I swear i do declare!
How did she get back there？
Alright!
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