1.Cock-suckers' Ball
Frank zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Hey, this is for all the republicans in the audience!
Cock-sucker tammy get your mother fuckin' dammy
We're goin' downtown to the cock-suckers' ball
Fuck, suck an' fight
'till beginnin' of the broad daylight
We don't need no
Goddam taxi here
We're gonna trim them holes in a
Rockin'-chair
Take off all the rags
We're gonna play a little game
Called tag
Tomorrow night at the rock cock-suckers' ball
Come on you moe-ass singers and you
Mick dick slingers
We're goin' downtown to the cock-suckers' ball
Fuck, suck an' fight
'till beginnin' of the broad daylight
We don't need no
Goddam taxi here
We're gonna trim them holes in a
Rockin'-chair
Take off all the rags
We're gonna play a little game
Called tag
Tomorrow night at the rock cock-suckers' ball
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tomorrow night at the rock cock-suckers' ball!
Thank you, you're too kind!
2.Hot-plate Heaven At The Green Hotel
Frank zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
I used to have a job
An' i was doin' fairly well
Depression came along
An' everybody start to yell
'where'd they go, them good ol' days,
An' all that crap we used to sell？'
Now i'm in hot-plate heaven,
At the green hotel
Republicans is fine,
If you're a multi-millionaire
Democrats is fair,
If all you own is what you wear
Neither of 'em's really right,
'cause neither of 'em care
'bout that hot-plate heaven,
'cause they ain't been there
They really oughta go
'n find out how the hall-way smell --
They'd benefit to know
'bout what the bums in there could tell
(i guess we're only dreamin',
But i s'pose it's just as well
That's all you get to dream
Up in the green hotel)
Nature didn't put me here,
An' neither did my fate --
It musta been some evil ol'
Republican candidate!
He's over there in washington,
But i wish he was in hell
'cause i'm in hot-plate heaven
At the green hotel
Things is slightly better now;
They hope we will forget
The misery of 'trickle down',
An' jelly-bean etiquette
The regal presidential style
Has simply not worn well,
But neither has my rags,
Up in the green hotel
I said the green hotel
I mean the green hotel
Been there once
The green hotel
We're goin' again
The green hotel
Neither has my rags,
Up in the green hotel
Hey, pass me the dog-food!
3.Let's Move To Cleveland
Frank zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Let's move to cleveland
(...)
Let's move to cleveland
(i've been there)
Let's move to cleveland
4.Penguin In Bondage
5.Tinsel-town Rebellion
Frank zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
From madam wong's to starwood
To the whiskey on the strip
You can hear the crashing, blasting strum
Of bands that come to be real hip
And get a record contract
From a talent scout some day
They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls
They'll take the check 'n' walk away
If they're lucky they'll get famous
For a week or two perhaps
They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear
And hope the business don't collapse
Before some stupid magazine
Decides they're really good
They're a tinsel town rebellion band
From downtown hollywood
Tinsel town rebellion, tinsel town rebellion band
It's a little bitty tinsel town rebellion
A tinsel town rebellion band
They used to play all kinds of stuff
And some of it was nice
Some of it was musical
But then they took some guy's advice
To get a record deal, he said,
They would have to be more punk
Forget their chops and play real dumb
Or else they would be sunk
So off they go to s.i.r. to learn some stupid riffs
Oh no! no no no no no no no no! cause the aces are good
And when they think they've got it
They launch a new career
Who gives a fuck if what they play
Is somewhat insincere
Let's dance the blues again
Everybody!
Dance the blues again
Come on and
Dance the blues again
Get down from the...
I write the songs that make the young girls cry!
Did you know that in tinsel town the people down there
Think that substance is a bore
And if your new wave group looks good
They'll hurry on back for more
Of leather groups
I do i!
We'll rock you like a nincompoop!
And plastic groups
Rubber goods!
And groups that look real queer
I'll tumble for ya!
(he'll tumble for ya!)
I'll tumble for ya!
I'll tumble for ya very much!
Moo moo moo moo moo
(home town sausage tambourine)
Moo moo moo moo moo
Moo moo moo moo moo
Moo moo moo moo-wah!
The tinsel town aficionados
Come to see and not to hear
But then again this system works
As perfect as a dream
It works for all of those record company pricks
Let's see that record company prick again
It works for all of those record company pricks
Now do it when it hits the floor
It works for all of those record company pricks
Who come to skim the cream
From the cesspools of excitement
Where jim morrison once stood
It's that tinsel town rebellion
From down down down
(down down down)
Town town town
(town town town)
Holly lolly lolly
(holly lolly lolly
Woody woody pecker pecker
(woody woody pecker pecker)
Wood
Woody pecker pecker!
Woody woody pecker pecker!
Hi ho woody!
Hi ho pecker!
One-adam-twelve, see de pecker!
6.Trouble Every Day
Frank zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Well i'm about to get sick
From watchin' mtv
I been checkin' out the ho ho ho
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten group
(right you are, girl)
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Will probably make you stoop
I don't know, so i'm
Watchin' and i'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think i'll go to prayin'
Every time i hear 'em sayin'
There's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay that trouble
Comin' every day
Wednesday i watched the riot
I seen those cops out on the street
I watched 'em throwin' rocks ＆ stuff ＆ chokin'
In the heat
I listen to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
I seen the smoke ＆ fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would ha ha ha
To stomp ＆ smash ＆ bash ＆ crash ＆ slash ＆ bust ＆ burn
And i'm
Watchin' and i'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think i'll go to prayin'
Every time i hear 'em sayin'
There's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
There's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
I'm watchin' and i'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think i'll go to prayin'
Every time i hear 'em sayin'
7.What's New In Baltimore？
Frank zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Hey! what's new in baltimore？
How 'bout that chord to replay？
Hey! what's new in baltimore？
The newest chord in all of baltimore!
Hey! what's new in baltimore？
What's new in baltimore？
Hey! what's new in baltimore？
Hey! what's new in baltimore？
Hey! what's new in baltimore？
What's new in baltimore？
What's new in baltimore？
What's new in baltimore？
8.Whippin' Post
Frank zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod (keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Dweezil zappa (guitar)
I been run down
Lord, an' i been lied to
An' i don't know why
I let that mean woman make out a fool
Well, she took all my money
An' wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good-time buddies,
Drinkin' in some cross-town bar
Sometimes i feel
Well, sometimes i feel
Like i been
Tied, well, to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'
My friends tell me
Lord, that i been such a fool
But i have to stand back an' take it, baby
All for loving you
I drown myself in sorrow
As i look at what you done
Nothin' seems to change;
That bad times stay the same,
And i can't run
Sometimes i feel
Well, sometimes i feel
Like i been
Tied, well, to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Ah! good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Yeah, lord
Lord i been tied down
Sometimes i feel
Well, sometimes i feel
Like i been
Tied, oh lord, to the whippin' post
Yeah, tied to the whippin' post
Well, i'm tied to the whippin' post
Yeah, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord
You know, sometimes i really do believe
Well i believe
I said i believe
I said i do believe
I said i really do believe
Well, i must say it one more time,
I believe
There just ain't no such thing
As dyin'
9.Wplj
Frank zappa (vocals, guitar)
Lowell george (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Bunk gardner (woodwinds)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Don preston (keyboards)
Motorhead sherwood (woodwinds, vocals)
Jimmy carl black (drums, percussion)
Arthur tripp (drums, percussion)
I say wplj, it really tastes good to me
Wplj won't you take a drink with me
Well, it's a good good wine
It really makes me feel so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine
I went to the store when they open up the door
I said： 'please please please gimme some more'
White port ＆ lemon juice, white port ＆ lemon juice,
White port ＆ lemon juice, ooh what a good to you!
You take the bottle, you take the can, shake it up fine
You get a good good wine.
White port ＆ lemon juice, white port ＆ lemon juice,
White port ＆ lemon juice, ooh what a good to you!
The w is the white, the p is the port
The l is the lemon, the j is the juice
White port ＆ lemon juice, white port ＆ lemon juice,
White port ＆ lemon juice, ooh what a good to you!
Well i feel so good, i feel so fine
I got plenty of lovin', i got plenty of wine
White port ＆ lemon juice, white port ＆ lemon juice,
I said white port ＆ lemon juice, ooh what a good to you!
10.Zoot Allures
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)
(instrumental)
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