16 avril 2008
Nig Biz
I signed on the line
For seven long years
They said I'd be a big star
They said I'd get a big car
All the coke I could toot
All the dope I could shoot
All the smoke I could smoke
But now I'm beat up 'n broke
They said I oughta re-record
"The Tracks Of My Tears"
They said, "Hey! This is it !
It's gonna be a big hit"
With my name up in lights
And some custom-made tights
All the girls call my name
(Massimo !)
But it was all just a game
Nigger Biznis
Nigger Biznis
Well, Nigger Biznis all the time
Well, Nigger Biznis has brought disaster
On top of this here heart of mine
(Right now's the time to play the blues !)
Well, one day that contract will expire
One day I will be free
From that Nig (oh !)
Oh, Nig-ig-ig (oh !)
Nigger Biznis office
Nigger Biznis office
Representing me
Nigger Biznis
Nigger Biznis
Oh, Nigger Biznis all the time, all along
Well, Nigger Biznis has brought destruction
Which is why you're hearin' this song
Frank Zappa - You Can't do that on Stage Anymore Vol.3
It Can't Happen Here - Hot Poop
Ze "'Tis the Season to Be Jelly" version
It Can't Happen Here
Enregistré en Mars 1969
Frank Zappa : Guitare, vocal
Ray Collins : Vocal
Jim Black : Batterie, Vocal
Roy Estrada : Vocal
Elliot Ingber : Vocal
Ouverture to a Holiday in Berlin
Enregistré en 1969
FZ : Guitare
Don Preston : Piano
Ian Underwood : Harpsichord, Woodwinds
Bunk Gardner : Woodwinds
Motorhead Sherwood : Saxophone
Roy Estrada : Basse
John Balkin : Contre basse
Jimmy Carl Black : Batterie
Art Tripp : Batterie, Percussions
Road Ladies
Enregistré les 28 et 29 Août 1970
Frank Zappa : Guitare, vocal
Ian Underwood : Guitar
Jeff Simmons : Basse, vocal
George Duke : Clavier
Aynsley Dunbar : Batterie
The Phlorescent Leech & Eddie : Vocals
12 avril 2008
Frog with Dirty Little Lips
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
Frank Zappa/Ahmet Zappa - Them or Us
06 avril 2008
Stick Together
This is a song about the union, friends
How they fucked you over and the way they bends
The rules to suit a special few
And you gets pooched every time they do
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
Once upon a time the idea was good
If only they'd a done what they said they would
It ain't no better, they's makin' it worse
The labor movement's got the Mafia curse
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
Don't be no fool, don't be no dope
Common sense is your only hope
When the union tells you it's time to strike
Tell the motherfucker to take a hike
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ray: Just to have a good thing... )
(Ike: You gotta stick, you gotta stick, yeah... )
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ray: I paid my union dues)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ike: And my benefits ran out the day-ay-yeah... )
(Ray: Think I'm gonna buy me Japanese car)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ike: I gotta need, yeah, I have a need)
(Ray : Talkin 'bout men !)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ike : But . . . good for me today)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ray : Moving to Tokyo, y'all)
(Ike : I know you told me I gotta be at the end line)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ray: Detroit turned into an awful cold town)
(Ike : Unemployment line, unemployment line)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ike: I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah... )
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ike : Oh yeah... )
(Ray : Said my check was in the mail... )
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ike : Get in the line !)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
(Ray : Talkin' 'bout supply-side economics, y'all)
You know we gotta stick together
(People we gotta stick together)
Fank Zappa - The Man from Utopia
Luigi & The Wise Guys
Source image
You look like a dork
You act like a dork
Most of the time, also
You're a dork
(Butt rash, butt rash, butt rash)
You are a double-dork butt rash
(Butt rash, butt rash, butt rash)
You are a dork, dork, dork, dork, dork !
(Butt rash, butt rash, butt rash)
Nobody wants to ...
(That goes there ? Okay... okay)
(Butt rash)
You are boring... you have nothing to say
(Butt rash, butt rash, butt rash, butt rash)
(Nobody wants to hang out with you)
You eat cheese you eat cheese and other things
You can wrap it up an' take it with you
(Butt rash, butt rash, butt rash, butt rash)
From the table
(Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table)
With Luigi & The Wise Guys
You are a dork
You are a dork
A double-dork butt rash
There's one in every crew, do you know who you are ?
We know, but we won't tell you
(Butt rash, butt rash, butt rash)
We don't want to hurt your feelings
(Butt rash, butt rash, butt rash)
But you're a dork
(Butt rash)
Might as well admit it
When you're a dork
You're a dork, all the way
(Nobody wants to hang out with you)
You're a dork
A double
A double dork butt rash
A double butt rash dork
Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table
You look like a dork
Like a dork
You act like a dork most of the time
You're a dork
Double dork
Double dork
Double dork butt rash
Dork
Double dork
Double dork
Double dork butt rash
Dork
Double dork
Double dork
Double dork butt rash
Frank Zappa - The Man From Utopia
30 mars 2008
Road Ladies
Don't it ever get lonesome ?
Yeah! Sure gets lonesome ...
Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road ?
Oh, there was one time in Minneapolis...
when I thought I had the clap for sure
Don't it ever get lonesome ?
Lonesome ain't the word
Don't it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour ?
Oh, I'll take away...
You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you
And a pile of laundry by the hotel door
Don't it ever get lonesome ?
Don't it ever give a young man the blues ?
Don't it ever get lonesome ?
Don't it ever make a young man wanna go back home ?
When the P.A. system eats it,
And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you've ever known
Don't you ever miss your
House in the country and your
Hot little mama too ?
Don't you ever miss your
House in the country and your
Hot little mama too ?
Don't you better get a
Shot from the doctor what the
Road Ladies do to you ?
I know someday I will never,
I'll never go out on the road again, oh, yeah...
I know someday I will never,
I ain't gonna roam the countryside
No more
I'm gonna hang up them ol' Holiday Inns, yeah
And heal my knees up,
From when I was doin' it on the floor
See me doing it !
See me do it on the floor
Don't you ever miss your
House in the country and your
Hot little mama too ?
Don't you ever miss your
House in the country and your
Hot little mama too ?
Don't you better get a
Shot from the doctor what the
Road Ladies do to you ?
Frank Zappa - Chunga's Revenge
25 mars 2008
Catholic Girls
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 rileys a fairy
But it dont 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
Thats the way they go
Every day
And none of their mamas ever seem to know
Hip-hip-hooray
For all the class they show
Theres nothing like a catholic girl
At the cyo
When they learn to blow...
Father riley:
Theyre 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
Thats the way they go
Every day
Whenever their mamas take them to a show
Matinee
Pass the popcorn please
Theres nothing like a catholic girl
With her hand in the box
When shes 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.
Theyd meet each other there
Hold hands
And think pure thoughts
But one night at the social club meeting
Mary didnt 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 - Joe's Garage Act I