Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (lead vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Jeff (tenor saxophone) Marginal Chagrin (baritone saxophone) Stumuk (bass saxophone) Dale Bozzio (vocals) Al Malkin (vocals) Craig Steward (harmonica)
A festive CYO Party with crepe paper streamers, contestants for the broom dance, the "Hokey Pokey," baked goods, & FATHER RILEY making sure the lights don't go down too low...
Father Riley And Various Party Goers: Catholic Girls With a tiny little mustache Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls In the Rectory Basement Father Riley's a fairy But it don't bother Mary Catholic Girls At the CYO Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls There can be no replacement How do they go, after the show?
Joe: All the way That's the way they go Every day And none of their mamas ever seem to know Hip-Hip-Hooray For all the class they show There's nothing like a Catholic Girl At the CYO When they learn to blow...
Father Riley: They're learning to blow All the Catholic Boys!
Mary: Warren Cuccurullo...
Father Riley: Catholic Boys!
Mary: Kinda young, kinda WOW!
Father Riley: Catholic Boys!
Mary: Vinnie Colaiuta...
Chorus: Where are they now? Did they all take The Vow?
Father Riley: Catholic Girls
Warren: Carmenita Scarfone!
Father Riley: Catholic Girls
Officer Butzis: Hey! She gave me VD!
Father Riley: Catholic Girls!
Warren: Toni Carbone!
Chorus: With a tongue like a cow She could make you go WOW!
Joe: VD vowdy vootie Right away That's the way they go Every day Whenever their mamas take them to a show Matinee Pass the popcorn please There's nothing like a Catholic Girl With her hand in the box When she's on her knees
Larry: She was on her knees, My little Catholic Girl
Chorus: In a little white dress Catholic Girls They never confess Catholic Girls I got one for a cousin I love how they go So send me a dozen Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! (etc.)
Central Scrutinizer: This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe had a girl friend named Mary. She used to go the church club every week. They'd meet each other there Hold hands And think Pure Thoughts But one night at the Social Club meeting Mary didn't show up... She was sucking cock backstage at The Armory In order to get a pass To see some big rock group for free...
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals)
Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham...) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis
A foolish young man From a middle class fam'ly Started singin' the blues 'Cause he thought it was manly Now he talks like the Kingfish ("Saffiiiee!") From Amos 'n Andy ("Holy mack'l dere...Holy mack'l dere!") He tells you that chitlins... Well, they taste just like candy He thinks that he's got De whole thang down From the Nivea Lotion To de Royal Crown
Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham...) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis
A foolish young man Of the Negro Persuasion Devoted his life To become a caucasian He stopped eating pork He stopped eating greens He traded his dashiki ("UHURU!") For some Jordache Jeans He learned to play golf An' he got a good score Now he says to himself ("I AIN'T NO NIGGER NO MORE...HEY! HEY! HEY!")
"I don't understand you..." BWANA MA-COO-BAH "Would you please speak more clearly..." MERCEDES BAINNNNNNNZ
Who is who (I don't know) 'N what is what (Somethin' I just don't know...) 'N why is this (Tell me now...) Appropriot (That's a funny pronunciation if'n ever I heard one...) If you don't like (Where'd you get that word?) What you has got (Appropriot? The word is not...) Drop it in the dirt (Drop it yeah...) 'N let it rot (I can smell it now...) Someone else (Here de come, here de come...) Will surely come (I told you they was comin') 'N pick it up (That's right!) 'Cause he wants some (An' he wants it for free...) And when one day (There will come a day...) You wonder who (I wonder too...) You used to was (Who I was anyway...) 'N what you do (I used to work at the post office...) You'll scratch your head (But I don't wanna un-do my doo...) 'N look around (Just to see what's goin' on) But what you lost (Can't seem to find it...) Will not be found (A Mercedes Benz...) Do you what you are? (I know...) You are what you is (I'm the kinda guy...) You is what you am (That ought to be drivin' a Mercedes Benz...) A cow don't make a ham (A four-fifty SLC...) You ain't what you're not (A big ol' red one...) So see what you got (With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk...) You are what you is (I'm gwine down to de links on Saturday mornin'...) An' that's all it is (Gimme a five dollar bill...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (And an overcoat too...) AND THAT'S ALL IT IS (Robbie, take me to Greek Town...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (I'm harder than yer husband; harder than yer husband...) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (I'm goin' down to White Street, y'all...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (Gone down to the Mudd Club, 'n work the wall...) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS ('N work the floor 'n work the pipe 'N work the wall some more... And here we are at the Mudd Club, Y'all... I hope you enjoy yourself, cause the show's about To begin...)
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!
Not sure if its correct, because Ya Hozna is backwards singing.
Sung backwards:
I AM THE HEAVEN I AM THE WATER ICH BIN DER DRECK UNTER DEINEN WALZEN ICH BIN DEIN GEHEIMER SCHMUTZ UND VERLORENES METALLGELD ICH BIN DEINE RITZE ICH BIN DEINE RITZE UND SCHLITZE
I AM THE CLOUDS I AM EMBROIDERED ICH BIN DER AUTOR ALLER FELGEN UND DAMAST PASPELN ICH BIN DER CHROME DINETTE ICH BIN DER CHROME DINETTE ICH BIN EIER ALLER ARTEN
ICH BIN ALLE TAGE UND NAECHTE ICH BIN ALLE TAGE UND NAECHTE
ICH BIN HIER UND DU BIST MEIN SOFA ICH BIN HIER UND DU BIST MEIN SOFA ICH BIN HIER UND DU BIST MEIN SOFA
ORIGINAL: I AM THE HEAVEN I AM THE WATER I AM THE DIRT BENEATH YOUR ROLLERS I AM YOUR SECRET SMUT AND LOST METAL MONEY DOWN YOUR CRACKS I AM YOUR CRACKS & CRANNIES I AM THE CLOUDS I AM EMBROIDERED I AM THE AUTHOR OF ALL TUCKS AND DAMAST PIPING I AM THE CHROME DINETTE I AM THE CHROME DINETTE I AM EGGS OF ALL PERSUASIONS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM ALL DAYS & NIGHTS I AM HERE AND YOU ARE MY SOFA I AM HERE AND YOU ARE MY SOFA I AM HERE AND YOU ARE MY SOFA
Frank Zappa (acoustic guitar) Tony Duran (slide guitar) Jeff Simmons (hawaiian guitar, vocals) "Sneaky Pete" Kleinow (pedal steel) Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals) Janet Ferguson (vocals) Erroneous (electric bass, vocals) Aynsley Dunbar (drums, tambourine)
If the froggy come up-a with his Satchel in his hand, Then he reachs in the front and Dump a mile of sand Across the rug, along the hall Up to the umbrella stand That you've been watchin' all the time Watchin' all the time
And if a forest grows up From the dirt on the floor, Then the frog with the satchel had just Dumped beside the door. You just startin' to get worried, You ain't going out no more And it's confusin' to your mind ---- Just consider this: You can be scared when it gets too real You can be scared when it gets too real But you should be diggin' it While it's happening. (Yes!) But you should be diggin' it While it's happening 'cause iy just might be A one-shot deal
You can be lost And you can wanna be found. But keep an eye on that frog Whenever he jump around Just keep a-watchin' him You oughta be watchin' him Just keep a-watchin' him You wanna be watchin' him And see if he has brought along A little bag for you, rant!
Ray Collins (lead vocals) Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Ian Underwood (piano, alto saxophone) Don Preston (piano) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone)
Love of my life, I love you so Love of my life, don't ever go I love you only Love, love of my life
Stars in the sky they never lie Tell me you need me, don't say goodbye I love you only Love, love of my life
Stars in the sky, they never lie Tell me you need me, don't say goodbye I love you darling, I love you only Don't ever leave me Don't make me, don't make me Don't make me lonely
Love of my life, I love you so Love of my life, don't ever go I love you only Love, love of my life
(spoken) Stars in the sky, they never lie Tell me you need me, don't say goodbye I love you darling, I love you only Don't ever leave me Don't make me, don't make me Don't make me lonely
Love of my life, I love you so Love of my life, don't ever go I love you only Love, love of my life Love of my life, Love of my life
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)
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders, 'cause some dandruff might be hiding there.
Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the disco thing made you think someday that you just might go somewhere.
Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a disco boy, to treat you right. He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight. Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb.
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're playing with it while you're standing there.
Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl who's really right, gonna fall for your line, and feed you a box full of chicken delight.
Disco chit-chat so demure, pump that booty all across the floor. A disco drink, a disco wink, you never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think.
Duty. Go duty! Duty. Go duty! Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. You never duty. Go duty. Duty. You never duty.
Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again. Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's leaving with your friend.
Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow.
Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll blot out your disco sorrow.
It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks)
The idiot bastard son
(THE FATHER'S A NAZI IN CONGRESS TODAY THE MOTHER'S A HOOKER SOMEWHERE IN L.A.) The idiot bastard son
(ABANDONED TO PERISH IN BACK OF A CAR KENNY WILL STASH HIM AWAY IN A JAR) THE IDIOT BOY!
(all the time he would spend at the church he'd attend... warming his pew) Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch THE CHILD WILL THRIVE & GROW And enter the world Of liars & cheaters & people like you Who smile & think you know What this is about
(YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING... maybe so) The song we sing, DO YOU KNOW? We're listening... THE IDIOT BOY!
(all the time he would spend all the colors he'd blend... where are they now?)
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?
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks)
ARE YOU HUNG UP? ARE YOU HUNG UP? Honest... Outta site, yeah! Listen, ah, ARE YOU HUNG UP? Well... You're strung up, are you? I decided... I called it Honest... Outta site, yeah! Listen, ah, ARE YOU HUNG UP? One of these days I am going to erase every tape in the world ...In the world...world... Tomorrow I may do it... All the Frank Zappa Masters... Nothing... Blank... Empty... Space... That's what they are now... Blank... Empty... Space... I know he's sitting in there, In the control room now, Listening to everything I say But I really don't care Hello Frank Zappa! Hi boys & girls I'm Jimmy Carl Black I'm the Indian of the group!
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks)
What's there to live for? Who needs the peace corps?
Think I'll just DROP OUT I'll go to Frisco Buy a wig & sleep On Owsley's floor
Walked past the wig store Danced at the Fillmore I'm completely stoned I'm hippy & I'm trippy I'm a gypsy on my own I'll stay a week & get the crabs & Take a bus back home I'm really just a phony But forgive me 'Cause I'm stoned
Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO
How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco! How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Oh, my hair is getting good in the back! Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up on every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO...
Hotcha!
First I'll buy some beads And then perhaps a leather band To go around my head Some feathers and bells And a book of Indian lure I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce How to get to Height Street And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times I will love everyone I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street I will sleep... I will, I will go to a house That's, that's what I will do I will go to a house Where there's a rock roll band 'Cause the groups all live together And I will join a rock & roll band I will be their road manager And I will stay there with them And I will get the crabs But I won't care
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks)
Concentration Moon Over the camp in the valley Concentration Moon Wis I was back in the alley With all of my friends, Still running free: Hair growing out Every hole in me AMERICAN WAY How did it start? Thousands of creeps Killed in the park AMERICAN WAY Try and explain Scab of a nation Driven insane Don't cry Gotta go bye bye SUDDENLY: DIE DIE COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow
Concentration Moon Over the camp in the valley Concentration Moon Wish I was back in the alley With all of my friends, Still running free: Hair growing out Every hole in me AMERICAN WAY Threatened by US Drag a few creeps Away in a bus AMERICAN WAY Prisoner: lock SMASH EVERY CREEP IN THE FACE WITH A ROCK
Don't cry Gotta go bye bye SUDDENLY: DIE DIE COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks)
Mama! Mama! Someone said they made some noise The cops have shot some girls And boys You'll sit home And drink all night They looked too weird...it served them right Mama! Mama! Someone said they made some noise The cops have shot some girls And boys You'll sit home And drink all night They looked too weird...it served them right Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion In between the moisture cream And velvet facial lotion? Ever tell your kids you're glad that they can think? Ever say you loved 'em? Ever let 'em watch you drink? Ever wonder why your daughter looked so sad? It's such a drag to have to love a plastic Mom And Dad Mama! Mama! Your child was killed in the park today Shot by the cops as she quietly lay By the side of the creeps she knew... They killed her too.
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks)
operator? phone for a minute, please... Hello? yes sir Ah, can you call six seven eight nine eight six six
Yes Right Is that Vickie? He's gonna bump you off the ass He's got a gun, you know If he can get ya in Laurel Canyon, he won't get you here Hello? Vickie? Yeah What's happening? Listen: Your father has called me up this... Now look, just don't panic but just tell me I'm not panicking OK I think my phone's captured too Well don't worry about it, it's quite alright Fine... Your father called me up this afternoon Just a second...
