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Zappa Frank :: Lyrics
 


 

Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: 200 Years Old
 
I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania, six o'clock in the morning, got up to early, it was a terrible mistake... sittin' there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of orange juice about as big as my finger and a bowl of horribly foreshortened cornflakes, and I said to myself: "This is the life!"... She's 200 years old, so mean, she couldn't grow no lips Boy, she'd be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache She's two hundred years old Squattin' down & pockin' up In front of the juke box just like she had True Religion.. BOY! She's two hundred years old Hoy!  (full lyric)
 
 
Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: 50 50
 
Well, my dandruff is loose An' my breath is chartreuse I know I ain't cute An' my voice is ka-poot But that's awright people I'm just crazy enough to sing to you Any old way I figure the odds be fifty-fifty I just might have some thing to say Ain't gonna sing you no love song How my heart is all sore Will not beg your indulgence 'Cause you heard it before But that's awright people I'm just crazy enough to sing to you Any old way I figure the odds be fifty-fifty I just might have some thing to say I have taken your time  (full lyric)
 
 
Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: A Few Moments With Brother A. West
 
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Mike Keneally (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) Ed Mann (vibes, marimba, electronic percussion) Walt Fowler (trumpet, flugel horn, synthesizer) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Paul Carman (alto saxophone, soprano saxophone, baritone saxophone) Albert Wing (tenor saxophone) Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone, bass saxophone, contrabass clarinet) Scott Thunes (electric bass, mini-moog) Chad Wackerman (drums, electronic percussion) [This is spoken with the style and accent of an eva  (full lyric)
 
 
Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: A Game Of Cards
 
Frank Zappa (dialog) Motorhead Sherwood (dialog) Arthur Tripp (dialog) Ian Underwood (dialog) FZ: They're really getting professional now. In the dressing room waiting for the Vanilla Fudge to go off Motorhead and Arthur Dyer Tripp the Third are playing cards. Arthur: Pair of queens what is this shit? Motorhead: Pissy, pissy poop. Arthur: Can I go down with two cards? Motorhead: Pissy, pissy poop. Arthur: Do it this way. Give me a good chance buddy. Motorhead: I'll take that sonabitch. Arthur: You   (full lyric)
 
 
Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: A Little Green Rosetta
 
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (lead vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Central Scrutinizer: A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta You'll make a muffin betta With a green rosetta A little green rosetta A tiny green rosetta A green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A tiny green rosetta You'll make  (full lyric)
 
 
Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: A Nun Suit Painted On Some Old Boxes
 
Mark Volman (vocals) Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Female Soprano: Why don't you strap on this here bunch of cardboard boxes daddy-o? Chorus: Joy of my desiring Female Soprano: You certainly look suave and get me hot. Chorus: Hot hot. Get me hot Female Soprano: And horny. If there's one thing I really get off on, it's a nun suit painted on some old boxes  (full lyric)
 
 
Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: A Pound For A Brown (On The Bus)
 
Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Ray White (guitar) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone) Ed Mann (percussion) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) (Jazz scat) (Instrumental)  (full lyric)
 
 
Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: A Token Of My Extreme
 
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (lead vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, Joe is greeted by a pre-recorded message and a dramatically illuminated image on a wall-sized TV screen... L. Ron Hoover: Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology! The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only! Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token  (full lyric)
 
 
Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: Absolutely Free
 
Discorporate & come with me Shifting; drifting Cloudless; starless VELVET VALLEYS & A SAPPHIRE SEA: Wah Wah Unbind your mind There is no time To lick your stamps And paste them in DISCORPORATE And we will begin... WAH WAH! Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen On comet & cupid on donner & blitzen On up & away & afar & a go-go Escape from the weight of your corporate logo! UNBIND YOU MIND THERE IS NO TIME Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g TO LICK YOUR STAMPS AND PASTE THEM IN DISCORPORATE AND WE'LL BEGIN FREEDOM! FREEDOM! KINDLY LOVING! YOU'L  (full lyric)
 
 
Artist :: Zappa Frank
 
 Lyric :: Advance Romance
 
No more credit From liquor store Suit is all dirty, boy Shoes is all wore Tired and lonely, my Heart is all sore Advance romance I can't stand it no more Told me she loved me I believed what she said Took me for a sucker, boy All corn-fed Next thing I knew She had a bolt on the door Advance romance I can't use it no more She took George's watch Like they always do (It was a Timex, too!) No more money, boy I shoulda knew The way she do me, boy She might do you, too Advance romance People I am thr  (full lyric)
 
 
 
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