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(includes an excerpt from Hands With A Hammer and part of the leather conversation)
(Berkeley Community Theater December 5, 1980 engineer: Tommy Fly FZ lead guitar Steve Vai rhythm guitar Ray White rhythm guitar Ike Willis rhythm guitar Tommy Mars keyboards Bob Harris keyboards Arthur Barrow bass Vinnie Colaiuta drums Terry Bozzio voice Patrick O'Hearn voice Davey Moire voice?) Bozzio: Talk him down, Vic . . . Moire?: Mmm . . . O'Hearn: Come on down, Johnny . . . Moire?: Okay . . . |
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Love is a burning thing
(That's right) And it leaves a fiery ring (That's a firey ring) I was captured by pure desire (That's right) I fell into a ring of fire (Ow! Ow! Ow!) I fell into a burning ring of fire I fell down down down And the flames licked up higher And it burns burns burns That ring of fire That ring of fire ("It's hot") Love ("It's hot") Is a burning thing (That's right, it's the same verse again) And it makes a fiery ring (It's one way of learning English) (Senator Hawkins: Pyromania) I was captured by pure desire (Pure desire) I fell into that burning ring of fire (Ow! Ow! Ow!) I fell into that burning ring of fire (Johnny'll never know what he missed) I fell down down down And those flames licked up higher And it burns burns burns That ring of fire That ring of fire That ring of fire That ring of fire That ring of fire |
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The Mystery Man came over
An' he said: "I'm outa-sight!" He said, for a nominal service charge, I could reach Nirvana t'nite If I was ready, willing 'n able To pay him his regular fee He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs And devote His Attention to me But I said . . . Look here brother, Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Now who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?) Look here brother, Don't you waste your time on me The Mystery Man got nervous An' he fidget around a bit He reached in the pocket of his Mystery Robe An' he whipped out a shaving kit Now, I thought it was a razor An' a can of foamin' goo But he told me right then when the top popped open There was nothin' his box won't do With the oil of Afro-dytee An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo He said: "You might not believe this, little fella, but it'll cure your Asthma too!" An' I said . . . Look here brother, Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Now what kind of a geroo are you anyway?) Look here brother, Don't you waste your time on me Don't waste yer time . . . I've got troubles of my own, I said An' you can't help me out So take your meditations an' your preparations An' ram it up yer snout "BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!", he said An' held it to the light So I snatched it All away from him An' I showed him how to do it right I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head So I'd look like I was Deep I said some Mumbo Jumbos then An' told him he was goin' to sleep I robbed his rings An' pocket watch An' everything else I found I had that sucker hypnotized He couldn't even make a sound I proceeded to tell him his future then As long as he was hanging around, I said "The price of meat has just gone up An' yer ol' lady has just gone down . . . " Look here brother, Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?) Don't you know, You could make more money as a butcher, So don't you waste your time on me (Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me . . . ) Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm shonty-ohm SSHONTAY |
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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) Find her finer, sneak up behind her, unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her. Find her, blind her, see who designed her, act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her. If you should see a girl on the street, now maybe you might think she is sweet, but if you wanna tickle her treat, now really what should you do? Don't never let her know you are smart. The universe is no place to start. You gotta play it straight from the heart, she gwine renunciate you. That's why you gotta Find her finer, sneak up behind her, unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her. Find her, blind her, see who designed her, act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her. Now maybe you might think this is crude, and maybe you might think I am rude, and maybe this approach I have spewed is not the one for you. But believe me later on you'll find, as you impress her with your mind, that you will just be left behind, for a wiser fool. So you might as well Find her finer, sneak up behind her, unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her. Find her, blind her, see who designed her, act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her. {repeat; fade out} |
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I left my heart
Way down in San Francisco FZ: One more time for our men in uniform… Moo moo moo moo (Moo-moo moo-moo-moo Me mee-nee mee-nee moo-moo) FZ: Later that night… |
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Three hundred years ago
I thought I might get some sleep I stretched myself out onna antique bed An' my spirit did a midnite creep You know I'll never sleep no more It seem to me that it just ain't wise Didja ever wake up in the mornin' With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes Just about as evil as you could be I am the ZOMBY WOOF I'm that creature all the ladies been Talkin' about I am the ZOMBY WOOF They all seek for shelter when I come chargin' out Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is . . . Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF They said aw-reety An' they was aw-righty An' I was a Zomby for you, little lady . . . I got a great big pointed fang Which is my Zomby Toof My right foot's bigger than my other one is Like a reg'lar Zomby Hoof If I raid your dormitorium Don't try to remain aloof . . . I might snatch you up screamin' through the window all nekkid An' do it to you on the roof, don't mess with the ZOMBY WOOF I am about as evil as a Boogie Man can be! Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF |
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Three hundred years ago
I thought I might get some sleep I stretched myself out onna antique bed An' my spirit did a midnite creep You know I'll never sleep no more It seem to me that it just ain't wise Didja ever wake up in the mornin' With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes Just about as evil as you could be I am the ZOMBY WOOF I'm that creature all the ladies been Talkin' about I am the ZOMBY WOOF They all seek for shelter when I come chargin' out Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is . . . Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF They said aw-reety An' they was aw-righty An' I was a Zomby for you, little lady . . . I got a great big pointed fang Which is my Zomby Toof My right foot's bigger than my other one is Like a reg'lar Zomby Hoof If I raid your dormitorium Don't try to remain aloof . . . I might snatch you up screamin' through the window all nekkid An' do it to you on the roof, don't mess with the ZOMBY WOOF I am about as evil as a Boogie Man can be! Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF |
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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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Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals, percussion)
Ray Collins (vocals) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Roy Estrada (electric bass) Don Preston (electric piano) Billy Mundi (drums) Bunk Gardner (piccolo, flute, clarinet, bass clarinet, soprano saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, bassoon) Ian Underwood (electric organ, piano, harpsichord, celeste, flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, baritone saxophone) Arthur Tripp (drums, timpani, vibes, marimba, xylophone, wood blocks, bells, small chimes) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, tambourine) Ruth Komanoff (marimba, vibes) Eat your greens Don't forget your beans & celery Don't forget to bring Your fake I.D. Eat a bunch of these MAGNIFICIENT With sauerkraut MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Sauerkraut! Eat a grape, a fig A crumpete too ... You'll pump 'em right through Doo-wee-ooo Eat your shoes Don't forget the strings And sox You can eat the box You bought 'em in Even eat the truck That brought 'em in Garbage truck MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMouldy Garbage truck Eat the truck the driver And his gloves NUTRITIOUSNESS DELICIOUSNESS WORTH-LESS-NESS |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (flute, tenor saxophone, lead vocals) Chester Thompson (drums) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion) Bloodshot Rollin' Red (harmonica) She was the daughter of a wealthy Florentine Pogen Read 'em 'n weep Was her adjustable slogan She was a debutante daisy With a color-note organ Deep in the street She drove a '59 Morgan That's the kinda step she takes When her hot breaks hot brakes That's the kinda sound she makes (ooh, let go uh me) When her crab cakes (Arf arf arf) She didn't like it when her fan belt Shrunk & got shorter (Ointment) Battery leak could nearly cost her a quarter She didn't want to stay home An' watch the pestle go mortar Later she speaks On how Perellis might court her Na-na-na-noo, etc. She was the daughter Ah-ah-ahhh Of a wealthy Florentine Pogen Po-oh-wo-oh-oh Po-oh-wo-oh-oh Po-oh-wo-oh-oh Ga-ya-ee-annnn Read 'em 'n weep Read 'em 'n weep Read 'em 'n weep etc. Chester's go-rilla She go quack Chester's go-rilla She go oink Chester's go-rilla She go moo Chester's go-rilla She go Hratche-plche Hratche-plche |
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Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, lead vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (flute, tenor saxophone, lead vocals) Chester Thompson (drums) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion) Bloodshot Rollin' Red (harmonica) Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals) Is there anything good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there? Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know-woh-oh-oh-oh Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know, really wanna know... Something Anything Something Anything Show me a sign If you don't mind Show me a sign If you don't mind Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind Oh Andy ... |
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Did a vehicle
Come from somewhere out there Just to land in the Andes? Was it round And did it have A motor Or was it Something Different Did a vehicle Did a vehicle Did a vehicle Fly along the mountains And find a place to park itself Or did someone Build a place To leave a space For such a vehicle to land Did a vehicle Come from somewhere out there Did a vehicle Come from somewhere out there Did the indians, first on the bill Carve up the hill Did a booger-bear Come from somewhere out there Just to land in the Andes? Was she round And did she have a motor Or was she something different Guacamole Queen Guacamole Queen Guacamole Queen Guacamole Queen At the Armadillo in Austin Texas, her aura, Or did someone build a place Or leave a space for Chester's Thing to land (Chester's Thing... on Ruth) Did a booger-beer Come from somewhere out there Did a booger-bear Come from somewhere out there Did the Indians, first on the bill Carve up her hill On Ruth On Ruth That's Ruth |
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Purple haze
All in my brain Well lately things they just doesn't seem the same Oh I actin' funny And I doesn't know why Excuse me While I kiss this guy Purple haze All around Don't know if I goin' up or down Am I happy or in misery Whatever is this doll Put a spell on me Hit me Smash me Listen here! Purple haze All in my eyes Don't know If it's day or night You got me goin' And you blew my mind Tomorrow Or just the end of time |
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Isaac Hayes
Gabby Hayes, well… Willie Mays Helen Hayes Speakin' of Helen… Well it's gettin' near dark When the lights be closin' your tired little eyes I'll soon be with you, my love And give you that potato-headed surprise Stay with you darlin' Soon I'll stay with you till all o' 'em stars start to fallin' And fallin' Ah! I've been waiting so long (Ayyy! A-ha!) Oh to be where I'm goin' (Arriba! Arriba! Ay!) In the sunshine of your love Now hold down just a second, there You leather-faced metal freak And you potato-headed watchamacallit! (You talkin' to us now, son?) Yeah, you bet I'm talkin' to you I got something to say right here (Ain't you the man in black?) (SUCKER!) Just get yourself ready It's getting near dark The light's shinin' through on you… I'll soon be with you, my love (Whom love?) It's the morning and just we two I'll be with you darling soon I'll be with ya when the sea's all dried up! (The seas?) The seas (You're talkin' dried up?) I'll seize ya, buddy… Oh! Wait a minute here! You shitkicker! I said I been waiting so long To be where I'm going (Andale! Andale! Anda!) In the sunshine of your love! |
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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 |
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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 evangelist preacher from the southern United States.] Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa. Ah, I'm very pleased to be here on behalf of the Administration-- the most powerful government in the world. And, uh, Mr. Fitzwater invited me to come here tonight to create some balance, because there has been some things done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country. I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this *lingerie* up here, and makin' fun of *children's toys*, as a beginning, if this is what he has in mind, I think he's wrong. It's people like Mr. Frank Zappa that kept the Senate from being able to send arms to the democratic freedom fighters in Nicaragua! And I, for one, am headin' down there myself, as soon as I finish up here tonight. And I want the elected official, Mr. Charlie Sanders the Democrat, to remember that "Democrat" begins with a "D", just like DEMON! And we'll remember you, friend, when it comes votin' time. And Margaret Boyd[?] and Carmen Belacord[?], despite ...[?] habit, did some help to back things up. Friends, these forms cost money. And this money could be going towards a more powerful military; this money could be going towards driving out the illegal aliens. Instead, Mr. Zappa wants to have a bunch of young, uninformed 18 to 21-year-olds votin' here, and spendin' your money. And I just want you to know that tonight, I *love* him anyway. Because I've got love in my heart, and I'm not afraid of the fact that he turned this into some kind of zoo up here. Sunday--that's not fair, Mr. Zappa--Sunday night used to be a night in which Americans would get together. They'd go to their place of worship, and they would share. And I don't know why, on this night which is supposed to be Valentine's night, there aren't more people that have a heart that have a love affair with America. But instead, they're here on Sunday night, worshipping this man who's demon-possessed! I ask you, Mr. Frank Zappa, what kind of man can name a child Moon Unit? What kind of man can name a child Weasel? What kind of man can name a child Ohman? To me, it defies the logic. And I'm comin' here tonight because I want to share with him, just the same way we're going to give spirit power to the democratic freedom fighters down there, our brothers that wanna have the freedom to be able to have a man like Pat Robertson. To have a man like Mr. Dole. Restore, America! And I'm gonna ask the power and the joy and the power of the living king of kings, and a lot of you here, you smut-minded, musical people say, "King of kings, that must be Elvis". No, I'm gonna ask for the power and ask for the glory. I'm gonna now, I'm gonna tell you a story. I'm gonna drive out the demons, friends. I'm gonna ask you to help this badness end. Come on Frank, let's have a story. Come on now share the glory. Do you feel the power? Come on, put out the negativity... |
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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) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Jimmy Carl Black: My name is Burtram, I am a redneck. All my friends, they call me Burt. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Hi, Burt! Jimmy Carl Black: All my family from down in Texas make their livin' diggin' dirt. Come out here to Californy just to find me some pretty girls. Ones I seen gets me so horny ruby lips, n'teeth like pearls. Wanna love 'em all. Wanna love 'em dearly. Wann pretty girl, I'll even pay ... I'll buy 'em furs. I'll buy 'em jewelry ... I know they like me. Here's what I'll say. I'm lonesome cowboy Burt. ( Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt. ( Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants, my cowboy dance, my bold advance. On this here waitress ... Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: He's lonesome cowboy Burt. Don'tcha get his feelings hurt. Jimmy Carl Black: Come on in this place an' I'll buy you a taste. You can sit on my face. Where's my waitress? Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Burtram, Burtram redneck. Burtram, Burtram redneck. Jimmy Carl Black: I'm an awful nice guy. Sweat all day in the sun. I'm a roofer by trade, quite a bundle I've made I'm unionized roofin' old Son-of-a-gun. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: He's a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun. Jimmy Carl Black: When I get off, I get plastered. I drink till I fall on the floor. Find me some Communist bastard n' stomp on his face till he don't move no more. Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: He stomps on his face till he don't move no more. Jimmy Carl Black: I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on drinkin' till my eyes puff up an' turn red. I drool on m'shirt. I see if he's hurt. Then I kick him again in the head, let's Everybody: Kick him again in the head! Boys! Kick him again in the head! Now! Kick him again in the head! Jimmy Carl Black: I'm lonesome cowboy Burt. ( Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt. ( Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants, my cowboy dance, my bold advance. On this here waitress ... Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: He's lonesome cowboy Burt. Don'tcha get his feelings hurt. Jimmy Carl Black: Come on in this place an' I'll buy you a taste. You can sit on my face. Where's my waitress? Opal, you hot little bitch! |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don Preston (synthesizer) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Chester Thompson (drums) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Well I'm about to get sick From watchin' my TV Been checkin' out the news Till my eyeballs fail to see I mean to say that every day Is just another rotten mess And when it's gonna change, my friend Is anybody's guess, 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 the trouble Comin' every day Wednesday I watched the riot Seen the cops out on the street Watched 'em throwin' rocks & stuff & chokin' In the heat Listen to reports About the whisky passin' 'round Seen the smoke & fire And the market burnin' down Watched while everybody On his street would take a turn 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' that there's No way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day |
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) Don Preston (synthesizer) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Chester Thompson (drums) Debbie (background vocals) Lynn (background vocals) Robert Camarena (background vocals) Thank you. Brian, I could use a little bit more monitor. Hello hello, can't you turn up any more than that? Hello hello, hey! Alright! Pardon me folks. The name of this song is Penguin in Bondage, An' it's a song that ah, deals with the possible variations on a basic theme which is...well, You understand what a basic theme is. And then the variations include ah, manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of ah, extra-terrestrial gratification and devices which might or might not be supplied in a local department store or perhaps a drugstore but at very least in one of those fancy new shops that they advertise in the back-pages of the free press. This song suggests to the suggestible listener that the ordinary procedure ah, That I am circumlocuting at this present time in order to get this text on television, Is that ah, if you wanna do something other than what you thought you were gonna do when you first took your clothes off and you just happened to have some DEVICES around... Then it's, it's not only okay to get into the PARAPHERNALIA of it all but...Hey! What did he say? Ready? She's just like a penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn Way over on the wet side Of the bed (Knirps for moisture) Just like the mighty Penguin Flappin' her eight ounce wings Lord, you know it's all over If she comes atcha on the strut & wrap 'em all around yer head Flappin her eight ounce wings, flappinumm She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Shake up the pale-dry Ginger ale Tremblin' like a Penguin When the battery fail Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' through a hoopa real fire With some Kleenex wrapped around a coat-hang wire She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Rennenhenninnahenninneninahenn Howlin' over to some Antarcticulated moon In the frostbite nite With her flaps gone white Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the room Lord, you know it must be a Penguin bound down When you hear that terrible screamin' and there ain't no other Birds around She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh... Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennn Aw, you must be careful Not to leave her straps TOO LOOSE 'Cause she just might box yer dog She just might box yer doggie An' leave you a dried-up dog biscuit... |
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There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to Heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Ooo-oooh And she's buying a stairway to Heaven There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure Cause you know sometimes words have Two meanings In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misleading Oooh makes me wonder Oh-ooooh makes me wonder There's a feeling I get When I look to the west And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking And oooh makes me wonder And oh-ooooh makes me wonder And it's whispered that soon If we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn For those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter Yes it makes me wonder And owowowow, no If there's a bustle in your hedgerow Don't be alarmed now It's just a spring clean for the May-queen Yes there are two paths you can go by But in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on On and on Said ooooh makes me wonder And oh-oh-oh-ooooh makes me wonder Your head is humming and it won't go In case you don't know The piper's calling you to join him Dear lady can you hear the wind blow And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind Say! Say! Mother, Mary & Yozuf! And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to know How everything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard The news will come to you at last When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll And she's buying a stairway to Heaven |
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