21 mars 2008
Take Your Clothes Off When You Dance
Frank Zappa - The Lost Episodes
19 mars 2008
Dancin' Fool
I don't know much about dancin'
That's why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
'N both my feet's too long
'Course now right along with 'em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin' every night
Hopin' one day I might get it right
I'm a dancin' fool
(Dancin' fool)
I'm a
Dancin' fool
I'm a
Dancin' fool
(Dancin' fool)
I'm a
Dancin' fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat
But I can't compete, 'cause I'm a
Dancin' fool
(Dancin' fool)
I'm a
Dancin' fool
The disco folks all dressed up
Like they's fit to kill
I walk on in 'n see 'em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin'
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit
My social suicide, I'm a
Dancin' fool
(Dancin' fool)
I'm a
Dancin' fool
I'm a
Dancin' fool
(Dancin' fool)
I'm a
Dancin' fool
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n I'm so wrong
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
Dancin' fool,
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
Dancin' fool
Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa
I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey !
My shirt's half open, t'show you my chain
'N the spoon for up my nose
I am really somethin'
That's what you'd probably say
So smoke your little smoke
Drink your little drink
While I dance the night away, I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool, he's a
Dancin' Fool
I may be totally wrong but I'm a
I may be totally wrong but I'm a
I may be totally wrong but I'm a
I may be totally wrong but I'm a
Fool-uh !
Hey darlin' . . . can I buy ya a coupla drinks ?
(Ki-ni-shinai !)
Lookin' for Mister Goodbar? Here he is...
Wait a minute ... I've got it ... you're an Italian !
(Ki-ni-shinai !)
Hah ?
Yer Jewish ?
Oh, love your nails...
(Ki-ni-shinai!)
You must be a Libra...
Your place or mine ?
Frank Zappa - Sheik Yerbouti - Dancin' Fool
15 mars 2008
Lonesome Cowboy Burt (Swaggart Version)
My name is Swaggart
I am an asshole
All my friends,
They call me 'Jim'
(Hi, Jim !)
I'm from Louisianna,
I make lots of money,
But I fucked up
And commited a sin
Come out here to Californy,
Just to find me
Some pretty girls
(No shit !)
The ones I seen
Gets me so horny
Ruby lips,
'N teeth like pearls !
Wanna love 'em all !
In the name of Jesus !
Wanna pretty girl
I'll even pay !
I'll buy 'em furs !
I'll buy 'em jewelry !
I'll never fuck them;
Here's what I say :
I'm lonesome Cowboy Jim !
(Speakin' atcha !)
I only give 'em the tips of him !
(Posin' atcha !)
My cowboy pants,
My cowboy dance,
My bold advance,
On this here prostitute...
Yodel-oh-oo-pee-hey
Yodel-oh-oo-pee !
(He's lonesome Cowboy Jim
Look at the tip of him !)
Come on in this place,
'N I'll buy you a taste,
You can sit on my face
Where's my prostitute/waitress ?
Swaggart, Swaggart redneck (thank you !)
Swaggart, Swaggart redneck (yes sir !)
I'm an awful nice guy! (so you say)
I sweat all day in the sun! (oh yeah, yeah)
I'm a preacher by trade,
Quite a bundle like me,
And I'm a feature ol' mumble-mumble
Son-of-a-gun !
(He's a unionized roofin' old
Son-of-a-gun !)
Fill in the blank !
When I get off, I get,
When I get off, I get,
When... I, I, I, I,
And then, Sharkey says:
When I get off (pfft !)
I get sinful
(Just the tip! Only the tip now, come on)
I spoo
Till I goo
On the rug
Then I find me
Some eighteen ninety-five Louisianna style prostitute
And make her do pornographic sex while I watch
And I have
So much fun
Jesus ! Jesus !
(Pornographic stuff and he has so much fun)
(What ?)
I huff
And I puff
And I pump up my sanctified erection
Till my cheeks
Puff up
An' turn red
Along with my neck
(Say, varmint !)
I drool
On my shirt
Takes a little while before I squirt
But I've been doin' it for twenty years and they haven't caught me yet
UH-OH !
Made a mistake this time !
Now I've sinned
Everybody!
(What an asshole!)
Made a mistake and I've sinned, uh !
Made a mistake and I've sinned, ow !
Made a mistake and I've sinned, what ?
Made a mistake and I've sinned
Lonesome Cowboy Jim !
(Sinnin' atcha !)
Come smell this fringe-y shirt !
(Grinnin' atcha !)
My cowboy pants,
My cowboy dance,
My bold advance,
On this here prostitute...
Yodel-oh-oo-pee-yeh
Yodel-oh-oo-pee!
(He's Lonesome Cowboy Jim,
Don't you dare to laugh at him/swat)
(Oh, tune me in now)
Come on in this place,
An' I'll buy you a taste,
'N you can sit on my face
Where's my prostitute ?
Opal you, you hot little bitch !
FZ - The Best Band You Never Heard in Your Life
13 mars 2008
Wowie Zowie
Wowie Zowie
Your love's a treat
Wowie Zowie
You can't be beat
Wowie Zowie, baby
You're so neat
I don't even care
If you shave your legs
Wowie Zowie, baby
You're so fine
Wowie Zowie, baby
Please be mine
Wowie Zowie
Up and down my spine
I don't even care
If you brush your teeth
Dream of you each mornin'
I dream of you each night
Just the other day I got so shook up
I dreamed of you in the afternoon
I dream of you each mornin'
I dream of you each night
Just the other day I got so shook up
I had a flash in the afternoon
Wowie Zowie, baby
Love me do
Wowie Zowie
and I'll love you too
Wowie Zowie, baby
I'll be true
I don't even care
If your dad's the heat
Frank Zappa - Freak Out
12 mars 2008
Overture to a Holiday in Berlin
Frank Zappa - Burnt Weeny Sandwich
11 mars 2008
Poofter's Froth Wyoming Plans Ahead
Poofter's Froth, Wyoming
March Eleven Sixty-Seven
Take a letter,
Ms. Abetter,
An' our pigeons
Will be homing
To our jobbers in Dakota
And to Merwyn, Minnesota
This is merely just a note about
Performance to our quota
Well, we've all come out
To show dem,
An' the Elks have helped us
Load 'em...
Little packets full of jackets
Little rackets, little rackets
Little Poofter-Cloth Appointments
Little Poofter's Froth Anointments
Little hoods, little goods
Little doo-dads from the woods
The entire stock is shipping
(Oh, our shod is hardly slipping !)
To our markets of the world
Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled !
T-shirt racks, rubber snacks,
Poster rolls with matching tacks,
Yes, a special beer for sports,
And paper cups that hold two quarts !
Everything a nation needs
For making hoopla while it feeds
The trash compactors, small reactors,
Mowers, blowers, throwers & the glowers
This is Buy-Cent-Any-All Salute (HYULK !)
Two hundred years have gone ka-poot !
(Ah but we have been astute !)
Signed :
Anon.
Wyo. Galoot
Frank Zappa - Bongo Fury
10 mars 2008
Camarillo Brillo
"Est-ce que c'est un vrai poncho ?
Je veux dire est-ce que c'est un ponchon mexicain
ou est-ce un poncho de chez Sears ?
Sérieusement..."
She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red
She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo
She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know
She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(I couldn't come in right then... )
And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets
She stripped away
Her rancid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An' it was useless any more
She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(actually, I was very busy then)
And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets
She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know
(Is that a real poncho... I mean
Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho ?
Hmmm ... no foolin' ...)
Frank Zappa - Over-nite Sensation
26 février 2008
Dog Breath Variation
Frank Zappa - The Yellow Shark
25 février 2008
Lemme Take You to the Beach
Lemme take you to the beach
Lemme take you to the beach
Bring the the weenies
I'll bring the soft drinks
And the cookies
Everybody's in love !
Lemme take you to a show
Lemme take you to a show
Eat a candy !
You are dandy !
Can I kiss you ?
Maybe I'll just hold your hand !
Lemme take you to the beach again
Lemme take you to the beach again
At the freak-out
Later we'll peak out
You're on restriction
So you'll probably sneak out !
Frank Zappa - Läther
24 février 2008
WPLJ
I say WPLJ, really taste good to me
WPLJ, won't you take a drink with me
Well, it's a good good wine
It really make you feel so fine
(So fine, so fine, so fine)
I went to the store when they opened 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 it do to you!
You take the bottle, you take the can
Shake it up fine, you get a good good wine.
White Port & Lemon Juice,
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...)
White Port & Lemon Juice,
White Port & Lemon Juice,
Ooh what it do 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 it do to you!
Well I feel so good, I feel so fine
I got plenty lovin', I got plenty wine
White Port & Lemon Juice,
White Port & Lemon Juice,
I said White Port & Lemon Juice,
Ooh what it do to you!
Por que no consigues tu . . . tu carnal que nos compre some wine ese,
andale, pinche bato, puto, hombre, no te hagas nalga, hombre... (chale !)
no seas tan denso, hombre (chale!), andale, dile, porque no merecer, andale, pinche vino, mas suave...
mas lindo que la chingada, hombre, andale, pinche bato, hombre, quiere tu carnal,
hombre, tu carnal ese, tu, tu sabes, tu sabes esto de la movida, tu sabes la movida, ese,
tu sabes como es, tu sabes, pinche vino, puta, andale, pinche bato, cabron, andale
This is getting me in trouble...
Roy: Andale, hombre, por que no, hombre ?
Sorry !
Roy: Te digo que si, hombre, te digo, chingao ese, esta mas...
esta mas meco, hombre, ponemos mas mecos que la chingada, ay! Ay, bato pinche, ay !
God, that's They get to you after a while.
Dobard/Mc Daniels - Burnt Weeny Sanwich