1.The Closer You Are
Ray white (vocals)
Ike willis (vocals)
Bobby martin (vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
The closer you are
The brighter the stars in the sky
And darling,
I realize
That you're the one in my life
Oh oh
My heart skips a beat
Every time
You and i meet
My life, my love, my dear
I can't defeat
This yearning deep in my heart
To have only you
When i first saw you,
I did adore you,
And all your loving ways
But then you went away,
But now you're back to stay,
And my love for you grows stronger every
Day-ahhh way-ahhh way
The closer you are,
The brigher the flames in my heart,
And darling,
We'll never part
We'll always be in love
2.In France
Johnny 'guitar' watson (lead vocals)
Bobby martin (harmonica)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
We're playin' in a tent
It's payin' the rent
If you pooch a civilian,
It's a mayor event
In france
Way down in france
Way on down
Way on down
In france
The girls is all salty
The boys is all sweet
The food ain't too shabby,
An' they piss in the street
In france
Way down in france
Way on down
Way on down
In france
They got diseases
Like you never seen
Got a mystery blow-job
Turn your peter green
In france
Way down in france
Way on down
Way on down
In france
They got some coffee,
Eatin' right through the cup,
An' when they go ka-ka
They make you stand up
In france
Way down in france
Way on down
Way on down
In france
If you're not careful,
It'll stick to your cheeks
You'll smell like a native
For a couple of weeks
In france
Way down in france
Way on down
Way on down
In france
We cannot wait
Till we go back
It gets so exciting
When the poodles 'react'
In france
Way down in france
Way on down
Way on down
In france
Never try to get yo' peter sucked
In france
3.Ya Hozna
4.Sinister Footwear Ii
5.Truck Driver Divorce
Frank zappa (vocals, guitar)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar)
Ray white (rhythm guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Bobby martin (keyboards)
Ed mann (percussion)
Truck driver divorce!
It's very sad
(steel guitars
Usually weep all over it)
The bold ＆ intelligent
Masters of the road
With their secret language,
And the giant
Over-sized
Mechanical
Trans-continental
Hobby-horse!
Truck driver divorce!
It's very sad!
Oh the wife!
Oh the kids!
Oh the waitress!
Oh the drive all night!
Sometimes when you get home
Some ugly lookin' son-of-a-bitch
Is trying to pooch yer
Home-town sweetheart!
Oh, go ride the bull!
Oh, go ride the bull!
Make it go up 'n down
'n when you fall off,
You can eat the mattress!
Truck driver divorce!
It's very sad!
Bust yer ass
To deliver some string beans,
Deliver some string beans,
Deliver some string beans,
To
Utah!
6.Stevie's Spanking
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
His name is stevie vai
And he's a crazy guy
Last november, i recall,
He needed a spanking
He decided then
A female specimen
Would be excitin' for a night
To give him a spanking
Laurel was her name
She came to notre dame
He told me just the other day
He oughta be thanking
Her for the spanking
She was large and soft
And she beat him off
Made him drool upon his dork
And gave him a wanking
After the spanking
Hair brush!
Oh! what a hair brush!
(its not that he requires grooming!
Guys with light blue hair never do!)
Then she did explain：
There's another game
That we can play with this device,
And then a banana!
It was slightly green
Vapors in between
Rising up to fill the room
And cook the banana
She said it was dry
Stevie won't you try
To drool a little drool on it
And grease the banana
Later in the dawn
Laurel carried on
She got right up and dressed herself and
Ate the banana
7.Baby, Take Your Teeth Out
Ike willis (lead vocals)
Bob harris (background vocals)
Thana harris (background vocals)
Ray white (background vocals)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Bobby martin (keyboards)
Ed mann (percussion)
Baby take your teeth out
Try it one time
Baby take your teeth out
Try it one time
Leave 'em on the kitchen table
Baby take your teeth out
It'll be fine
Baby take your teeth out
It'll be fine
There ain't nothin' left to smile about
Baby take your teeth out
You look divine
Baby take your teeth out
You look divine
Go ahead and eat the label
Baby take your teeth out
I will recline
Baby take your teeth out
I will recline
There ain't nothin' left to talk about
8.Marqueson's Chicken
Frank zappa (guitar)
Ray white (rhythm guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Bobby martin (keyboards)
Ed mann (percussion)
(instrumental)
9.Planet Of My Dreams
Bob harris (lead vocals)
Ray white (background vocals)
Ike willis (background vocals)
Thana harris (background vocals)
George duke (piano)
Patrick o'hearn (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
The planet of my dreams
The earth, my earth
Is bulging at the seams
The earth, my earth
It's full of many schemes
And as the sunlight beams
The glory of our sciences
And militant alliances
Reveal their basic worth
Along the mounds of dead appliances!
The planet of my dreams
The earth, my earth
I hear it's muffled screams
The earth, my earth
And though it often seems
From televison beams
That ignorance is rampant there
And govermental goons don't care
I know that i shall not despair
And cheat like all the rest
I'll just keep on
With what i do the best!
Cheat-cheedly-cheat! go ahead!
I can't do it!
Cheat-cheedly-cheat! go ahead!
I can't do it!
Cheat-cheedly-cheat! go ahead!
I can't do it!
Cheat-cheedly-cheat! go ahead!
I can't do it!
10.Be In My Video
Frank zappa (vocals)
Ike willis (background vocals)
Ray white (background vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals)
Bobby martin (saxophone, falsetto)
Brad cole (piano)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Be in my video,
Darling, every night
I will rent a cage for you
And mi-j-i-nits dressed in white
(teeny-little-tiny-little...)
Twirl around in a lap dissolve
Pretend to sing the words
I'll rent a gleaming limousine;
Release a flock of ber-herna-herna-herna
Herna-her-nerds
Wear a leather collar
And a dagger in your ear
I will make you smell the glove
And try to look sincere, then we'll
Dance the blues
Let's dance the blues
Let's dance the blues
Under the megawatt moonlight
Pretend to be chinese,
(one-hung-low)
I'll make you wear red shoes
There's a cheesy atom bomb explosion
All the big groups use
Atomic light will shine
Through an old venetian blind
Making patterns on your face,
Then it cuts to outer space
With its billions ＆ billions ＆
Billions ＆ billions and
Be in my video
Darling, every night
Everyone in cable-land
Will say you're 'outa-site'
You can show your legs
While you're getting in the car, then
I will look repulsive
While i mangle my guitar
Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon
Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee,
Moo-ahhhh
Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon
Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee,
Moo-ahhhh
Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon
Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee,
Moo-ahhhh
Tee-nu-nee----moo-ahhhh
Tee-nu-nee----moo-wah-wah-wah-ooo
11.Them Or Us
Frank zappa (guitar)
Scott thunes (bass, mini-moog)
Chad wackerman (drums)
(instrumental)
12.Frogs With Dirty Little Lips
Frank zappa (lead vocals)
Ray white (background vocals)
Bobby martin (background vocals)
Roy estrada (background vocals)
Bob harris (background vocals)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Frogs with dirty little lips
Dirty little warts on their finger-tips
Dirty 'n green
Tiny 'n mean
Floppin' around
By the edge of the stream
Frogs with dirty little eyes
Dirty little tongues all covered with flies
Dirty brown
Floppin' around
Puffed up 'n bloated
When the sun goes down
Frogs with dirty little nose
Dirty little spots all over their clothes
Dirty legs
Dirty feet
Dirty little frogs is what you eat
13.Whippin' Post
Bobby martin (lead vocals, keyboards)
Frank zappa (guitar)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar)
Ray white (rhythm guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
I been run down
Lord, i been lied to
And i don't know why
I let that mean woman make out a fool
She took all my money
Wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good-time buddies,
Drinkin' in some cross-town bar
Sometimes i feel
Sometimes i feel
Like i been
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'
My friends tell me
That i been such a fool
But i got to stand there an' take it
All for loving you
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
Sometimes i feel
Like i been
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'
14.Sharleena
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ian underwood (grand piano, tenor saxophone)
George duke (organ)
Jeff simmons (bass, vocals)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
The phlorescent leech and eddie (vocals)
I'm crying,
I'm crying,
Crying for sharleena.
Don't you know？
I called up all my baby's friends
And asked them,
Where she done went.
But nobody around here seems to know,
Where my sharleena has been.
Where my sharleena has been.
I'm crying,
I'm crying,
Crying for sharleena.
Can't you see？
I called up all my baby's friends
And asked them,
Where she done went.
But nobody around here seems to know,
Where my sharleena has been.
Where my sharleena has been.
Ten long years i been lovin' her.
Ten long years and i thought deep down in my heart she was mine.
Ten long years i beloved her.
Ten long years and i would call her my baby.
And now, i'm always crying.
Ugh!
Ugh!
I would be so delighted.
I would be so delighted.
If they would just
Send her on home to me.
I would be so delighted.
I would be so delighted.
If they would just
Send her on home to me.
Send my baby home to me!
Send my baby home to me!
Send my baby home.
Send my baby home to me!
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