Thing-Fish

Frank Zappa Thing-Fish Album

4.Galoot Up-date

Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny 'guitar' watson (vocals)

Ensemble: (singing)
Galoot co-log-nuh!

Thing-fish:
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
De killer co-log-nuh!

Ensemble:
Galoot
Co-log-nuh!

Thing-fish:
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
De killer co-log-nuh! thass right!
De killer co-log-nuh! thass right!
Well, de gubnint dint fine out rights away 'bout...

Ensemble:
De 'mammy nuns'

Thing-fish:
Dat's right!

Ensemble:
De 'mammy nuns'

Thing-fish:
Well, dey's too damn excited 'bout de sissies dey was knockin'
off, 'n workin' up an uncreedable variety of theoretical
scenarios, to explain away how come de fagnits all be croakin'
at de same
In -

Ensemble:
November!

Thing-fish:
De month o' novembuh, reekin' of tainted co-log-num! dey booked
in de heavy pseudo re-lij-mus talent to pronunciate de doc-trine
of biblical retributium!

Ensemble:
Moving the project forward!

Thing-fish:
Figgin' dat to be...

Ensemble:
Da-da-dee-dahh!

Thing-fish:
A sho-fi' explumation, suitable fo' domestical...

Ensemble:
Assuagement!

Thing-fish:
Natchilly, a substantial number o' severely ignint white folks
went fo' it, hook, line, 'n shrinker!

By dat time, de 'mammy nuns' had already sprouted dem 'tato
heads, 'n was in de process of growin' out dey nakkins...

Also, by a peculiar corinsidence, we's all up fo' parole at de
same time! thass right! you figgit out!

Once we's out de joint, we faced a hard time in de
depressium...couldn't get no 'sembly line woik, 'n since de
nakkins we's wearin' atch'ly be growin' outs our bodies, we was
labelled as 'over-q
Ied' fo' janitorical deployment!

Onliest good thang 'bout bein' a 'mammy nun' is we be mo-less
un-destructable! whatever dey done whiffed up befo' don't do
shit to us now! fact, we jes mights be de onliest thangs left
walkin' i
U.s.a., now de mys'try re-zease gone outa control!

Ensemble:
Just like you!

Thing-fish:
Just like you! i see some of y'all be frownin' ...'cause mebbe
y'think what i's tellin' ya' is a lie! how 'bout it, folks?
whatcha say? id dat right?

Ensemble:
Yes, it sho' is!

Thing-fish:
Well, les' jes' have a test...how many o' you nice folks think i
knows what i's talkin' 'bout? raise y'hain up! uh-huh! an' how
many thinks my potato been bakin' too long? raise yo mizzable
hain
Uh-huh!

Now...how many you folks is convinced de gubnint be totally
'unconcerned' wit de proliferatium o' undesirable tenants in de
condominium o' life? an' how many folks believe they number
won't come
Next time de breeze blow fum de easterly directium?

Les' face it, peoples! ugly as i mights be, i am yo' futchum!

'les y'all prefer 'permanent storage' or a condo in atlantis.

Ensemble:
They could really get down there!

Thing-fish:
Dey could really get down dere, but, i's de only protexium you
got!

Now, durin' de intromissium, de sisters be sellin' some mash
potatoes in de lobby, right over by de -

Ensemble:
Pyramid!

Thing-fish:
In de vicinity o' de...

Ensemble:
Squid decor!

Thing-fish:
'neath de planet o' de big ol' giant...

Ensemble:
Underwater door!

Thing-fish:
A generous good-will offerin' are required...jes' let yo'
conscience be yo' guide...

Ensemble:
Blue light!

Thing-fish:
Jes' follow de blue light, down de aisle to de potatoes durin'
de intromissium...

Ensemble:
Light, light, light, light...
Blue light...
Blue light...

Ensemble:
...an' while y'all be thinkin' about de blue light, an' y'all be
decidin' whether or not yo' immunity gwine hold up 'til de end
o' de show, i's 'bout to address myseff to de re-educatement o'
de
Ly muthafuckers over deahhh.

Ensemble:
You can't even speak your own fucking language!

Thing-fish:
What on urf do you mean: 'my language'? i got yo language
hangin', boy, 'long wif a two-week supply of ignint mcnugget, de
breakfast o' champiums!

Ensemble:
Don't let your meat loaf! huh-huh-huh!

Thing-fish:
Huh? kiss my mcnugget!

Ensemble:
Your micro-nanette!

Thing-fish:
Y'kin kiss my micro-nanette too! don't forget de galoot!

Ensemble:
Galoot co-log-nuhhhhhh!

Thing-fish:
Galoot colognum!