(5 CDs + Blu-ray, Zappa Records/UME ZR20046, September 13, 2024)
Box set produced for release by Ahmet Zappa & Joe Travers
CD 1, Tracks 1-9, from Apostrophe (') (1974)
Remastered by Bernie Grundman, Bernie Grundman Mastering, 2024
CD 1, Tracks 10-16, from The Crux Of The Biscuit (2016)
Tracks 10-11, 12?, 13, mixed by Craig Parker Adams, Winslow Ct. Studios, 2014
Tracks 12?, 14-16, mixed by
Kerry McNabb, Paramount Recording Studios, Los Angeles, CA, 1973
Mastered by Bob Ludwig (#2), Gateway Mastering, 2014
CD 1, Tracks 17-18: Mixed by Craig Parker Adams, Winslow Ct. Studios, 2024
CD 1, Tracks 17-18: Mastered by John Polito, Audio Mechanics, 2024
CDs 2-4; CD 5, Tracks 1-9: Mix, audio restoration and mastering by John Polito, Audio Mechanics, 2024
CD 5, Tracks 12-13: Mixed by FZ (c. 1974-1975?)
2023 digital transfers by Joe Travers, except CD 5, Track 10, transfer by Nicholas Bergh, EndPoint Audio Labs
Art direction, design, tape box photos: Michael Mesker
Photography: Sam Emerson, Yoram Kahana (booklet cover)
Original cover design & graphics: Cal Schenkel
Liner notes: Joe Travers, Simon Prentis
A&R: Jeff Fura, Holland Greco
Production manager: Alex Sale
Product manager: Ashley Slater
UME PR: Tim Plumley
Blu-ray Audio Disc produced by Joe Travers and Jeff Fura
Dolby Atmos & 5.1 Surround Mix by Erich Gobel and Karma Auger, Studio1LA, 2024
Stereo remaster by Bernie Grundman, Bernie Grundman Mastering, Hollywood, CA, 2024
Original recordings produced by FZ
Apostrophe (') (1974) recording & mixing studios:
The Record Plant, Los Angeles, CA, March 1970—engineers: Dick Kunc & Stan Agol
Paramount Recording Studios, Los Angeles, CA, May 1972—engineer: Kerry McNabb
Paramount Recording Studios, Los Angeles, CA,
July 1972—engineer: Kerry McNabb
Electric Lady Studios, New York, NY, November 1972—engineer: Dave Whitman
Bolic Sound, Inglewood, CA, May 1973—engineers: Barry Keene, Steve Desper?, Terry Dunavan?
Paramount Recording Studios, Los Angeles, CA,
June 1973—engineer: Kerry McNabb
Bolic Sound, Inglewood, CA,
December 12, 1973—engineer: Bob Hughes
Paramount Recording Studios, Los Angeles, CA, c. January 1974—engineer: Kerry McNabb
Apostrophe (') (1974) musicians:
FZ—lead vocals, guitars, bass (1970, 1972, 1973, 1974)
George Duke—keyboards, back-up vocals (1973, 1974)
Sugar Cane Harris—violin (1970)
Jean-Luc Ponty—violin (1972, 1973)
Tony Duran—rhythm guitar (1972)
Sal Marquez—trumpet (1973)
Bruce Fowler—trombone (1973, 1974)
Ian Underwood—saxophone (1973)
Napoleon Murphy Brock—saxophone, back-up vocals (1973, 1974)
Ruth Underwood—percussion (1973)
Jack Bruce—bass (1972)
Alex "Erroneous" Dmochowski—bass (1972)
Tom Fowler—bass (1973)
Aynsley Dunbar—drums (1970, 1972)
John Guerin—drums (1972)
Jim Gordon—drums (1972)
Ralph Humphrey—drums (1973)
Lauren "Chunky" Wood—back-up vocals (1972?)
Susie Glover—back-up vocals (1972?)
Tina Turner—back-up vocals (1973)
Debbie Wilson—back-up vocals (1973)
Linda "Lynn" Sims—back-up vocals (1973)
Ray Collins—back-up vocals (1973 or 1974)
Kerry McNabb—back-up vocals (1973 or 1974)
Ruben Ladron de Guevara—back-up vocals (1973 or 1974)
Robert "Frog" Camarena—back-up vocals (1973 or 1974)
The Mothers Of Invention, March 1974
(CDs 2-3; CD 4, Track 1)
Recording engineer: Bob Ludwig (#1)
FZ—guitar, vocals
Jeff Simmons—guitar, harmonica, vocals
George Duke—keyboards, vocals
Napoleon Murphy Brock—tenor sax, flute, vocals
Bruce Fowler—trombone
Ruth Underwood—percussion
Tom Fowler—bass
Ralph Humphrey—drums, percussion
Chester Thompson—drums, percussion
The Mothers Of Invention, September-November 1974
(CD 4, Tracks 2-12; CD 5, Tracks 1-9, 12-13)
Recording engineer: Brian Krokus
FZ—guitar, vocals
George Duke—keyboards, vocals
Napoleon Murphy Brock—tenor sax, flute, vocals
Ruth Underwood—percussion
Tom Fowler—bass
Chester Thompson—drums, percussion
includes a quotation from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)
Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots 'n around my toe
Frost had bit the ground below
Was a hundred degrees below zero
And my momma cried
Boo-a-hoo hoo-ooo
And my momma cried
Nanook-a, no no (no no)
Nanook-a, no no (no no)
Don't be a naughty Eskimo-wo-oh
Save your money, don't go to the show
Well I turned around an' I said, Ho ho
Well I turned around an' I said, Ho ho
Well I turned around
An' I said, Ho ho
An' the Northern Lites commenced t' glow
An' she said
With a tear in her eye . . .
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
includes a quotation from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)
Well right about that time, people
A fur trapper
Who was strictly from commercial
(Strictly Commershil)
Had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo
(Peek-a-boo)
And he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal
With a lead-filled snow shoe . . . I said . . .
With a lead
(Lead)
Filled
(Lead-filled)
A lead-filled snow shoe
(Snow shoe)
He said Peak-a-boo
(Peak-a-boo)
With a lead
(Lead)
Filled
(Lead-filled)
With a lead-filled snow shoe
(Snow shoe)
He said Peak-a-boo
(Peek-a-boo)
He went right up side the head of my favorite baby seal
He went WHAP!
With a lead-filled snow shoe
An' he hit him on the nose 'n he hit him on the fin 'n he . . .
That got me just about as evil
As an Eskimo boy can be
So I bent down 'n I reached down 'n I scooped down
An' I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly
(Yellow Snow)
The deadly Yellow Snow from right there where the huskies go
Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten full
Of the deadly Yellow Snow Crystals
And rub it all into his beady little eyes
With a vigorous circular motion
Hitherto unknown to the people in this area
But destined to take the place of The Mud Shark
In your mythology
Here it goes now
The Circular Motion . . . (rub it) . . .
(Here Fido . . . Here Fido)
And then, in a fit of anger, I . . .
I pounced
And I pounced again
Great Googly-Moogly!
I jumped up 'n down on the chest of the . . .
I injured the fur trapper
Well, he was very upset, as you can understand
And rightly so because
The deadly Yellow Snow Crystals
Had deprived him of his sight
And he stood up
And he looked around
And he said . . .
I can't see
(Do . . . do do-do do do do . . . Yeah!)
I can't see
(Do . . . do do-do do do do . . . Yeah!)
Oh woe is me
(Do . . . do do-do do do do . . . Yeah!)
I can't see
(Do . . . do do-do do do do . . . Well!)
No no
I can't see
No . . . I . . .
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my other eye
An' the huskie wee-wee, I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
An' I can't see
Temporarily
Well the fur trapper
Stood there
With his arms outstretched
Across the frozen white wasteland
Trying to figure out what he's gonna do
About his deflicted eyes
And it was at that precise moment that he remembered
An ancient Eskimo legend
Wherein it is written
On whatever it is that they write it on up there
That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
As a result of some sort of conflict
With anyone named Nanook
The only way you can get it fixed up
Is to go trudgin' across the tundra
Mile after mile
Trudgin' across the tundra
Right down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo
includes Rollo Interior
Yes indeed, here we are!
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene
An' widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused a sausage pattie
And said why don't you treat me mean?
(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!)
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Hah! Good God! Get off the bus!)
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Get on your feet an' do the funky Alfonzo!
Father Vivian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
(He forgot to watch the clock)
'Cause the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked, yes
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked
(He stroked it)
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his
Sma-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ahhhhh
(Stroked his smock)
Which set him off in such a frenzy
He sang Lock Around The Crock
An' he topped it off with a . . .
An' he topped it off with a . . .
An' he topped it off with a . . .
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
As he stumbled on his ____
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock
Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
He shouted down the block
Dominus Vo-bisque 'em
Et come spear a tu-tu, oh!
Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alfonzo
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoes
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoes
(Ha ha ha ha!)
includes a quotation from Who Knows (Hendrix)
The Mystery Man came over
An' he said, "I'm outa-site!"
He said, for a nominal service charge
I could reach nervonna 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)
Ssshontay . . .
The clouds are really cheap
The way I seen 'em thru the ports
Of which there is a half-a-dozen
On the base of my resorz
You wouldn't think I'd have too many
Since I never cared for sports
But I'm never really lonely
In my Excentrifugal Forz
There's always Korla Plankton
Him 'n me can play the blues
An' then I'll watch him buff that
Tiny ruby that he use
He'll straighten up his turban
An' eject a little ooze
Along a one-celled Hammond Organism
Underneath my shoes
An' then I'll call Pup Tentacle
I'll ask him how's his chin
I'll find out how the future is
Because that's where he's been
His little feet got long 'n flexible
An' suckers fell right in
The time he crossed the line
From later on to way back when
Wo, are we movin' too slow?
Have you seen us
Uncle Remus
We look pretty sharp in these clothes (yes, we do)
Unless we get sprayed with a hose
It ain't bad in the day
If they squirt it your way
'Cept in the winter, when it's froze
An' it's hard if it hits
On yer nose
(On yer nose)
Just keep yer nose
To the grindstone, they say
Will that redeem us
Uncle Remus
I can't wait till my Fro is full-grown
I'll just throw 'way my Doo-Rag at home
I'll take a drive to
Beverly Hills
Just before dawn
An' knock the little jockeys
Off the rich people's lawn
An' before they get up
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Before they get up
I'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawn
Down in the dew
includes quotations from Dragnet (Schumann/Rósza)
In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the mornin'
By yer radio
Do the walls close in t' suffocate ya
You ain't got no friends
An' all the others, they hate ya
Does the life you been livin' gotta go, hmmm?
Well, lemme straighten you out
About a place I know
(Get yer shoes 'n socks on people
It's right aroun' the corner!)
Out through the night
An' the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases
Out through the night
An' the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases, mmm . . .
This has to be the disease for you
Now scientists call this disease Bromidrosis
But us regular folks
Who might wear tennis shoes
Or an occasional python boot
Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
Stink Foot
Y'know, my python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by, an' now it's July
I finally got it off
An' my girlfriend cry
"You got stink foot!
Stink foot, darlin'
Your stink foot puts a hurt on my nose!
Stink foot! Stink foot! I ain't lyin'
Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?"
Here Fido . . . Fido . . .
C'mere little puppy . . . bring the slippers
"Arf, arf, arf!"
(crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump)
Heh heh heh . . . sick . . .
Well then Fido got up off the floor an' he rolled over
An' he looked me straight in the eye
An' you know what he said?
Once upon a time
Somebody say to me
(This is a dog talkin' now)
What is your Conceptual Continuity?
Well, I told him right then
(Fido said)
It should be easy to see
The crux of the biscuit
Is the Apostrophe (')
Well, you know
The man who was talkin' to the dog
Looked at the dog an' he said
(sort of staring in disbelief)
"You can't say that!"
He said
"It doesn't, 'n you can't!
I won't, 'n it don't!
It hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't
'N it shouldn't . . .
It couldn't!"
He told me, "No no no!"
I told him, "Yes yes yes!"
I said, "I do it all the time
Ain't this boogie a mess!"
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
(Poodle bites)
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
(Poodle bites)
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
(Poodle bites)
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
(Poodle bites)
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
The poodle by-ee-ites
includes a quotation from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)
Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots 'n around my toe
Frost had bit the ground below
Was a hundred degrees below zero
And my momma cried
Nanook, no no
And my momma cried
Nanook, no no
Save your money, don't go to the show
Well I turned around an' I said, Ho ho
Well I turned around an' I said, Ho ho
An' the Northern Lites commenced t' glow
An' my momma looked at me
An' she said . . .
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that . . .
All right. Punch for the second set of fast ones.
includes a quotation from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)
Now right about that time, people
A fur trapper
Who was strictly commercial
Had the audacity to jump up behind my igyaloo
Some of you might know
Saint Alfonzo is the patron saint of the smelt fishermen
S-M-E-L-T fishermen
of Portuguese extraction
And his parish is located in the area of the Columbia River delta
Wherein it is really funky
Now the fur trapper has to make it down there
And bust into the pantry
And locate a mysterious elixir
Disguised as a box of mar-juh-rene
He's got to break into the pantry
Whip out a stick of it
Rub a little bit on either of his deflected eyes
Thereby affecting some sort of miraculous cure
Stay tuned for the second part of our adventure
Wherein the fur trapper gets it all together
Hoopla!
includes a quotation from Who Knows (Hendrix)
Rolling.
The clouds are really cheap
The way I seen 'em thru the ports
Of which there is a half-a-dozen
On the base of my resorz
You wouldn't think I'd have too many
Since I never cared for sports
But I'm never really lonely
In my Excentrifugal Forz
There's always Korla Plankton
Him 'n me can play the blues
An' then I'll watch him buff that
Tiny ruby that he use
He'll straighten up his turban
An' eject a little ooze
Along a one-celled Hammond Organism
Underneath my shoes
An' then I'll call Pup Tentacle
I'll ask him how's his chin
I'll find out how the future is
Because that's where he's been
His little feet got long 'n flexible
An' suckers fell right in
The time he crossed the line
From later on to way back when
Wo, are we movin' too slow?
Have you seen us
Uncle Remus
We look pretty sharp in these clothes (yes, we do)
Unless we get sprayed with a hose
It ain't bad in the day
If they squirt it your way
'Cept in the winter, when it's froze
An' it's hard if it hits
On yer nose
(On yer nose)
Just keep yer nose
(Keep yer nose)
To the grindstone, they say
Will that redeem us
(Will redeem us)
Uncle Remus
(Uncle Remus)
I can't wait till my Fro is full-grown
I'll just throw 'way my Doo-Rag at home
(What was that?)
I'll go to Beverly Hills
Just before dawn
An' knock those little jockeys
Off the rich people's lawn
An' before they get up
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Just keep yer nose
To the grindstone, they say
Will that redeem us
Uncle Remus
I can't wait till my Fro is full-grown
I'll just throw 'way my Doo-Rag at home
I'll take a drive to
Beverly Hills
Just before dawn
An' knock the little jockeys
Off the rich people's lawn
An' before they get up
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Before they get up
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Before they get up
I'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawn
Down in the dew
Wo, are we movin' too slow?
Have you seen us
Uncle Remus
We look pretty sharp in these clothes (yes, we do)
Unless we get sprayed with a hose
It ain't bad in the day
If they squirt it your way
'Cept in the winter, when it's froze
An' it's hard if it hits
On yer nose
(On yer nose)
Just keep yer nose
To the grindstone, they say
Will that redeem us
Uncle Remus
I can't wait till my Fro is full-grown
I'll just throw 'way my Doo-Rag at home
I'll take a drive to
Beverly Hills
Just before dawn
An' knock the little jockeys
Off the rich people's lawn
An' before they get up
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Before they get up
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Before they get up
I'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawn
Down in the dew
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
FZ: Howdy, folks. All right, folks. Here we go. Like to introduce the members of our rocking teen-age combo to you at this time. Right here, Bruce Fowler on trombone. Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax and lead vocals. Ruth Underwood on vibes, marimba, bongos, timpani, bass drum, big gong, and little gong. On drums, Chester Thompson. On drums, Ralph Humphrey. On bass, Tom Fowler. On guitar and pajamas, Jeff Simmons. On keyboards, George Duke. All right, we're gonna open up with a song called "Village Of The Sun," which wends its way into another song called "Excentrifugal Forz," and then makes its way into another song called "Don't You Ever Wash That Thing?" And then goes crazy somewhere at the end. Ready? One, two, three, four!
includes quotations from Approximate
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
Goin' back home
To the Village of the Sun
Out in back of Palmdale
Where the turkey farmers run, I done
Made up my mind
And I know I'm gonna go to Sun
Village, good God I hope the
Wind don't blow
It'll take the paint off your car
And wreck your windshield too
I don't know how the people stand it
But I guess they do
'Cause they're all still there
In their thermal underwear
In the Village of the Sun
Oh, the Village of the Sun
Oh, the Village of the Sun, son
Sun Village to you
Ooh, well!
Little Mary, and Teddy, and Thelma too, now
Where Palmdale Boulevard
Cuts on through
Past the Village Inn, well, & Barbecue now, yeah
I heard it ain't there
Well I hope it ain't true
Where the stumblers gonna go
To watch the lights turn blue?
Where the stumblers gonna go
To watch the lights turn blue?
Mary
Goin' back home
To the Village of the Sun
Out in back of Palmdale
Where the turkey farmers run, I done
Made up my mind
And I know I'm gonna go to Sun
Village, good God I hope the
Wind don't blow
It'll take the paint off your car
And wreck your windshield too
I don't know how y'all people stand it
But I guess y'all do
'Cause they're all still there
In their thermal underwear
In the Village of the Sun
Village of the Sun
Village of the Sun, son
Sun Village to you
Ruthie poo
Hah hah hah hah!
What you gonna do?
Ruthie poo
Hah hah hah hah!
What you gonna do?
Ruthie poo
Hah hah hah hah!
What you gonna do?
Ruthie poo . . .
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
includes quotations from Be-Bop Tango and Penguin In Bondage
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
Ladies and gentlemen
Watch Ruth
All through our program
Ruth has been saying,
"Why doesn't Bob
Make the feedback go away
Just like Brian would in the same spot"
[...]
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
Don't tell me no, Babbette
Don't you tear my dream
Don't you break my heart
Darling, we could share a love so fine
Please, Babbette
Won't you be mine
Well . . .
Don't tell me no, Babbette
Can't you see that I
Don't wanna make you cry
You're the only one like this before
Please, Babbette, it's you I adore!
(You I adore!)
Oh, how I want you
I really really want you
I need your love to guide my way
Oh, I need you
I really really need you
Come on, girl
Don't try to bark
And I'll take you to the park
Don't tell me/[...]
No, Babbette
Nice little puppy dog
Don't you tear my dream
Don't you break my heart
Ooh . . .
(We could share a love)
Mmm . . .
(We could share a love)
We could share a love
(We could share a love)
Well . . .
(We could share a love)
(We could share a love)
You and me
(We could share a love)
I'll take you for a walk to the beach
(We could share a love)
Babbette, I'll even throw a dog bone for you to fetch
(We could share a love)
Yeah . . . If you try to catch
(We could share a love)
I'll even go and get you a rubber ball
(We could share a love)
Brand new mink collar around your neck
(We could share a love)
Make you the best smelling dog on the block
(We could share a love)
Oh, Babbette, when you hear somebody
(We could share a love)
Trying to get in my house at night I want you to say
Bow wow wow
(We could share a love)
Wow wow wow wow . . .
(We could share a love)
(We could share a love)
Oh, don't you wish you had a Babbette in your backyard
(We could share a love)
To protect all your goodies
(We could share a love)
No, no, no, Babbette
Share my love
Don't make me cry
(Don't make me cry)
No, no, no, Babbette
Hear my plea
Don't say goodbye
(Heel. Heel.)
(Don't say goodbye)
(Stay.)
No, no, no, Babbette
Share my love
Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me cry
Ooh, yeah . . . Babbette
Please
Don't make me
Cry, yeah . . .
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
includes a quotation from Who Knows (Hendrix)
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
The Mystery Man came over
An' he said, "I'm outa-site!"
He said, for a nominal service charge
I could reach nervonna 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
Well, 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
It's all right
(It's all right)
Oh, yeah
(Oh, yeah)
Help me out, Duke!
([...])
Yeah . . .
Hey, Bobby!
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've got a Kristl Bol," he said
An' he held it on up 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
You know I said some Mumbo Jumbos then
An' told him he was goin' to sleep
I robbed his rings
An' his pocket watch
An' everything else around
I had that sucker hypnotized
He couldn't even make a sound, yeah
I proceeded to tell him his future then
As long as he was hanging around, I . . .
"The price of meat has just gone up
An' yer ol' lady has just went 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
FZ: Thank you! Thank you very much. We're gonna maintain a funky stance here, ladies and gentlemen, with another song called "Pygmy Twylyte."
Audience Member: Zappa! Take off your shirt, Ruth! [...]
FZ: Yeah, you heard the man, Ruth. Take off your shirt. Everybody who wants Ruth to take off her shirt just applaud right now . . . Whoops! You missed it! It was real fast. She took it off and put it back on. No, uh, you have the wrong idea about Ruth, she's not that kind of a girl. She's much worse. And merely taking off her shirt wouldn't prove anything . . . Ready? One, two, three, four . . .
includes a quotation from The Idiot Bastard Son
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
Green hocker croakin'
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Crankin' an' a-coke'n
In the Winchell's do-nut Midnite
Out of his deep on a 'fore day run
Hurtin' for sleep in the Quaalude Moonlight
Green hocker in a Greyhound locker
Smokin' in the Pygmy Twylyte
Joined the bus on the 33rd seat
By the doo-doo room with the reek replete
Crystal eye, crystal eye
Got a crystal kidney and he's 'fraid to die
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Getting up
Every morning
Some days it's cold and some days it's warm
Getting up trying to find yourself
Beneath the concrete all around you
You say,
Oh, Lord, do I have a chance
To make it any further
[...] I've gone so far
I think I'll take a walk downtown
And give myself a breath of fresh air
Oh, oh, oh, I think I'll take a walk downtown
And give myself a breath of fresh air
Things around here
Oh, yeah
Things around here
Are getting
Are getting
Kinda funny
Said are getting
Kinda funny
I said are getting kinda strange to me
Have you ever got up in the morning
And went out in the street
And somebody tap you on the shoulder
Trying to tell you that you're wrong
When you're doing what you're doing
For yourself
You've got to do what you want to do
You've got to be what you want to be, yeah, yeah
And say what you want to say
No matter what's said
Do what you want to do
No matter what nobody say
You've got to be what you want to
Early in the morning
You've got to do what you want to do
In the evening
You've got to say what you want to say
To anybody
That you want to say it to
Without winking your eye
Without telling a lie
Without calling you back
Without planning your words
You've got to say listen here
I'm just doing my thing
Only by myself
Won't you give me a break, wow!
Sometimes
Sometimes
I get a little feeling
Way deep down inside
Telling to
Dummy up
Dummy up
Don't try to run my life now
I'm only doing things from myself and nobody else now
If you want to do what you wanna do
Without any interruptions
You've got to get up and say it
Or you might be a . . .
Green hocker croakin'
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Crankin' an' a-coke'n
In the Winchell's do-nut Midnite
Out of his deep on a 'fore day run
Hurtin' for sleep in the Quaalude Moonlight
Green hocker in a Greyhound locker
Smokin' in the Pygmy Twylyte
Joined the bus on the 33rd seat
By the doo-doo room with the reek replete
Crystal eye, crystal eye
Crystal kidney and he's 'fraid to die
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
The idiot bastard son
The father's a Nazi in Congress today
The mothers'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!
Try and imagine
A window all covered in green
All the time he would spend
At the church he'd attend
Warming his pew
Kenny will feed him and Ronnie will watch
The child will thrive and grow
And enter the world
Of liars and cheaters and people like you
Who smile and think they know
What this is about
You think you know everything
Maybe so
The song we sing
Do you know?
We're listening
Try and imagine
A window all covered in green
All the time he would spend
All the colors he'd blend
Where are they now?
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
I ate a hot dog
It tasted real good
Then I watched a movie
From Hollywood
I ate a hot dog
It tasted real good
Then I watched a movie
From Hollywood
Little Miss Muffet on a squat by me, yeah
I took a turn around, I said, Can you all see now?
The little strings on the Giant Spider?
The Zipper From The Black Lagoon?
The vents by the tanks where the bubbles go up?
And the flaps on the side of the moon
The jelly and paint on the 40 watt bulb
They use when the slime droozle off
The rumples and the wrinkles in the cardboard rock, yeah
And the canvas of the cave is too soft
The suits and the hats and the tie's too wide
And too short for the scientist man
The chemistry lady with the roll-away mind, yeah
While the monster just ate Japan
Now, ladies and gentlemen
The monster
Which the peasants in this area call Frenchie
Apparently a very large poodle dog
Has just been seen approaching The Power Plant
Rockets can't stop it
Bullets can't stop it
We may have to call up the National Guard!
Got a great big poodle/hairy thing
Got a great big hairy thing
Got a great big hairy thing
Got a great big hairy thing
Got a great big hairy thing
(Good God!)
Got a great big hairy thing
Got a great big hairy thing
Got a great big hairy thing
Oh, look out for that poodle
Oh, look out for that poodle
Oh, look out for that poodle
Gonna spout something on ya
Oh, look out for that poodle
Oh, look out for that poodle
Oh, look out for that poodle
Gonna spout something on ya
It's dangerous
I said it's dangerous
It's mean and evil
Dangerous
I said it's dangerous
Mean and it's evil
Gonna shoot something at ya
Gonna spout something on ya
Big old white and milky substance
Better look out
Don't let it hit you
Don't let it shoot you
Might shoot something on ya
It might shoot something on ya
Look out!
Might shoot something on ya
Oh, look out!
Might shoot something on ya
Look out!
Might shoot something on ya
Look out!
It might shoot something on ya
Look out!
It might shoot something on ya
It might shoot something on ya
(Good God!)
Might shoot something on ya
It might shoot something . . .
(Get the booger!)
Hey, follow me
And go to the shelter
Follow me
And go to the shelter
Go to da shelter
My baby, my baby
Go to da shelter
Go to da shelter
Go to da shelter
My baby, my baby
Go to da shelter
Go to da shelter
Little Miss Muffet on a squat by me
Can ya see the little strings danglin' down?
Makes the legs go wobble an' the mouth flop shut, yeah
An' the horrible eye
(Horrible eye)
Horrible eye
(Horrible eye)
Horrible eye
(Horrible eye)
Go rollin' around
Can y'see it at all
Can y'see it from here
Can y'laugh till yer weak on yer knees
If you can't, I'm sorry 'cause that's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis please
Baby, I'm sorry 'cause it's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis please
Baby, I'm sorry 'cause it's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis please
Baby, I'm sorry 'cause it's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis
Baby, I'm sorry 'cause it's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis
Baby, I'm sorry 'cause it's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis
Baby, I'm sorry 'cause it's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis
Cheaper the better
Cheaper the better
Cheaper the better
Cheaper the better
Baby, I'm sorry 'cause it's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis . . .
FZ: Thank you. Thank you. All right, we have a song for you now about dental floss. Hurry, Ruth. Ruth, hurry, before they make you take your shirt off, Ruth. Please hurry, Ruth. Yeah, really, just like that, wah! This is "Montana" . . . Here we go! "Montana." ("Take it off!").
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss
Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptown
But by myself I wouldn't
Have no boss
'Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else
Ah, but then, on the other hand I would
Keep the wax
'N melt it down
Pluck the Floss
'N swish it aroun'
And I would have me a crop
An' it'd be on top
That's why I'm movin' to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dental Floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon
Oh, I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
His name is Mighty Little
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dental Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
An' ride him all along the border line
With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
But by myself I wouldn't
Have no boss
'Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
(A little tweezer glint)
And then I'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
'N give my foot a push
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over by the Dennil Floss Bush
'N then I might just
Jump back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Yay-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Yay-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Yay-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Yay-O, Yippy-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Yay-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Yay-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Yay-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
Look out!
includes The Hook and quotations from Rollo Interior and Louie Louie (Berry)
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
Oh, yeah
Come on
[...]
Get that [...]
Get out of there!
Stop!
Get out of there!
You know what I mean
Come on back in there a little bit
Goodness gracious!
Get down!
You know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm talking about now?
Come on!
[...]
You know she was a booger!
You know she was a booger!
She was in your room!
You know she was a booger!
It was a booger the other night
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
Jeff: Hey, it's the famous John Boulder, from Boulder, Colorado, singing about Rocky Mountain hurt!
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
No more booger
FZ: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much. All right. We have a bunch of new songs for you. One, two, three, four . . .
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
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 . . .
Watch out!
Is
there?
Anything
Is there anything good inside of you
Is there anything
If there is, I really wanna know
Is there anything
Is there anything good inside of you
Is there anything
If there is, I 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
Show me a sign (Oh, yeah)
If you don't mind (Oh, yeah)
Show me a sign (Oh, yeah)
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
Something
Anything
Something
Anything
Have I aligned
With a blown mind
Wasted my time
On a stoned mind
Have I aligned (Oh, yeah)
With a blown mind
Wasted my time
On a stoned mind
Have I aligned
With a blown mind
Or wasted my time
On a stoned mind
Have I aligned (Oh, yeah)
With a blown mind
Or wasted my time
On a stoned mind
Something . . .
Anything . . .
Something . . .
Anything . . .
Anything . . .
Something
Anything
Show me a sign
Something
Anything
Show me a sign
Something
Anything
Show me a sign
Something
Anything
Show me a sign
Something
Anything
Show me a sign
Something
Anything
Show me a sign
Something
Anything
Oh, show me . . .
Something
Anything . . .
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
She was the daughter of a wealthy
Florentine Pogen
Read 'em 'n weep
Was her adjustable slogan
Well, she was a debutante daisy
With a color-note organ
Deep in the street
She drove a '59 Morgan
Oh yeah!
Well, that's the kinda step she takes
When her hot breaks hot brakes
That's the kinda sound she makes
When her hoof beat
Hoof beat
She couldn't stand it when her fan belt
Shrunk and got shorter
Battery leaks could nearly cost her a quarter
Oh yeah!
She didn't want to go home
An' watch the pestle go mortar
Later she speaks
On how the porter might court her
Oh, lucky porter
Well, that's the kinda step she takes
When her hot breaks hot brakes
That's the kinda sound she makes
When her hoof beat
Hoof beat
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
Yellow
Magenta
Birch
Blue
Put 'em all together and they spell
Organ
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
To you
To you
To you
To you
To you
Certainly to you
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn
Way over on the wet side
Of the bed
Just like the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce wings
(Just flapped her little wings)
Lord, you know it's all over
If she come atcha on the strut and 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
(Sure it's tough on a penguin when the battery goes out)
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
(There it is again—the hoop)
Oh, you know it must be a Penguin bound down
If 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 . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennnn
Aw, you must be careful
Not to leave her straps
Too loose
'Cause she just might box yer dog
'Cause she just might box yer doggie
An' leave you a dried-up doggie biscuit . . .
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
Hey!
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
FZ: Bruce Fowler on trombone, Napoleon Murphy Brock on flute, tenor sax and lead vocals, Ruth Underwood on shirt, Chester Thompson on drums, Ralph Humphrey on drums, Tom Fowler on bass, Jeff Simmons on guitar, George Duke on keyboards. Thanks very much for coming to the concert. Hope you liked it. Good night!
Napoleon: Ha ha ha . . .
FZ: Thank you. Go ahead and put those matches out—they upset the fire marshal. All right. I believe we have a little something for you. The first song you've probably never heard before, it's called "RDNZL," but after that it goes into "King Kong" and some other stuff you might recognize. One! One! One! One!
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
(Now we can, we can . . .)
We could share a love
(Oh yeah)
We could share a love
(I wanna take you home out for . . .)
We could share a love
(In the morning)
We could share a love
(I wanna take you home out for . . .)
We could share a love
(Oh yeah)
We could share a love
(I wanna get you for me . . .)
We could share a love
(Every morning)
We could share a love
([...])
includes King Kong, Chunga's Revenge, Mr. Green Genes, The Hook, and quotations from Dupree's Paradise, Also sprach Zarathustra (Strauss) and Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)
City Auditorium, Colorado Springs, CO
March 21, 1974
FZ: Thanks for coming to the concert. Hope you liked it. Good night.
includes quotations from Approximate and El humahuaqueño (Zaldívar)
Terrace Ballroom, Salt Lake City, UT
March 18, 1974
FZ: Okay, here's an outer space song for you, ladies and gentlemen. All right. Here we go! Hurry, Ruth. This goes out to Morton Feldman. Ready? One, two, three, four . . .
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
George: What was that?
Jeff: Molybdenum.
George: It's a booger! There it goes.
Jeff: Argon.
Did a vehicle
Did a vehicle
Did a vehicle
Fly along the mountains
And find a place to park itself
Park itself
(Park it . . . Park it)
Or did someone
Build a place
To leave a space
For such a thing 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 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
Or leave a space for such a thing 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
FZ: Thank you! All right.
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Napoleon: . . . You'll never guess what's on the agenda tonight.
George: I'm telling him. Well, I'm gonna talk about it in a few minutes, yeah. I'm telling you.
Hah Hah Hah
Napoleon: Probably something you won't understand basically, but necessarily the carrots . . .
George: I know you all don't wanna hear it.
Napoleon: . . . and the cucumbers, and all the poetry and all the beef that they're trying to sell at the store . . .
Tush Tu—
FZ: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to The Mothers Of Invention show. Featuring Ruth Underwood on percussion, Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax and lead vocals, Chester Thompson on drums, Tom Fowler on bass, George Duke on keyboards.
Heh Heh Heh
FZ: Arf, arf. Brian, can I get some more monitor here? . . . Hello, hello, hello. Yeah, that's a lot better. Okay. I think I'm in tune—I may be wrong, but the name of this song is "Stink-Foot" so it doesn't matter.
includes quotations from Dragnet (Schumann/Rósza)
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Yes indeed
In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
(Water)
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the mornin'
(Mornin')
By yer radio
Do the walls close in t' suffocate ya
You ain't got no friends
An' all the others, they hate ya
Does the life you been livin' gotta go, hmmm?
Well, lemme straighten you out
About a place I know
(Now get yer shoes 'n socks on people
'Cause it's right aroun' the corner!)
You go out through the night
An' the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases
Out through the night
An' the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases
Now scientists call this disease Bromidrosis
And well they should
But us regular folks
Who might wear tennis shoes
Or an occasional python boot
Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
Stink Foot
You know, my python boot was too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by, an' now it's July
I finally got that sucker off
An' my girlfriend cry
"You got stink foot!
Stink foot, darlin'
Your stink foot puts the hurts on my nose
Stink foot! Stink foot! I ain't lyin'
Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?"
Well, ah, here Fido, here Fido
Bring the slippers, little puppy
Yes, that's a good dog
Bring the slippers to Marty, that's it
Back up, little puppy
"Arf! Arf! Arf!"
Sick!
FZ: And now we have a song that features big Ruth on the marimba. It's a sprightly little item that goes by the name of—how you say in your language?—"RDNZL."
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
FZ: One! One! One! One!
(George: [...])
(Napoleon: Tell 'em [...] sheep [...])
We could share some dog
(George: [...])
(FZ: Yes indeed!)
Marty can share some too
(FZ: Every Holiday Inn has got a kennel in the back of the)
We could share some dog
(Napoleon: How about a wool sweater?)
Marty can share some too
(FZ: Every Holiday Inn has got a kennel in the back of the)
We could share some dog
(Napoleon: Dog saliva might make it)
Marty can share some too
(FZ: Every Holiday Inn has got a kennel in the back of the)
We could share some dog
(Napoleon: Out wool on to keep you warm)
Marty can share some too
(Napoleon: Every Holiday Inn has got a kennel in the back of the)
(George: Yeah, every Holiday Inn has got a kennel in the back of the)
(FZ: Our Holiday Inn is going to have some sheep in the back of the)
includes quotations from Approximate
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Goin' back home
To the Village of the Sun
Out in back of Palmdale
Where the turkey farmers run, I done
Made up my mind
And I know I'm gonna go to Sun
Village, good God I hope the
Wind don't blow
It'll take the paint off your car
And wreck your windshield too
I don't know how the people stand it
But I guess they do
'Cause they're all still there
Even Ruth and Brian too
In the Village of the Sun
Oh, Village of the Sun
Oh, the Village of the Sun, son
Sun Village to you
Well, yeah yeah, oo-oo-oo-ooh!
Well, Little Mary, and Teddy, and Thelma too, now
Where Palmdale Boulevard
Cuts on through
Past the Village Inn, well, & Barbecue now, yeah
I heard it ain't there
Well I hope it ain't true
Where the stumblers gonna go
To watch the lights turn blue?
Where the stumblers gonna go
To watch the lights turn blue?
Goin' back home
To the Village of the Sun
Out in back of Palmdale
Where the turkey farmers run, I done
Made up my mind
And I know I'm gonna go to Sun
Village, good God I hope the
Wind don't blow
It'll take the paint off your car
And wreck your windshield too
I don't know how you people stand it
But I guess y'all do
'Cause you're all still there
In your thermal underwear
In the Village of the Sun
Village of the Sun
Village of the Sun, son
Sun Village to you
Unity-poo
(Hah hah hah . . .)
Hah hah hah hah!
What you gonna do?
Unity-poo
Wah hah hah hah!
What you gonna do?
Unity-poo
(Oh yeah)
Hah hah hah hah!
(Got a sheep, turn your back on)
What you gonna do?
Unity-poo . . .
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Well, yeah yeah . . .
includes quotations from Be-Bop Tango and Penguin In Bondage
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Ladies and gentlemen
Watch Ruth
All through our show
Ruth
Has been thinking
And thinking
And thinking again
Watch Ruth
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh . . .
Way over on the wet side
Of the bed
Just like the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce wings
Lord, you know it's all over
If she come atcha on the strut and 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
(Yes, they start shaking like that just as the battery goes out in the vibrator)
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' through a hoopa real fire
With some Kleenex wrapped around the coat-hang wire
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh . . .
([...])
Howlin' over to some
Antarcticulated moon
In the frostbite nite
With her flaps gone white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the room
(There it goes again—D'you see it? It was the hoop, it was)
You know it must be a Penguin bound down
If 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 . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennnn
Aw, you must be careful
Not to leave her straps
Too loose
'Cause she just might box yer dog
'Cause she just might box yer doggie
An' leave you a dried-up dog biscuit, if you know what I mean . . .
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Hey!
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Memorial Auditorium, Buffalo, NY
November 15, 1974
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Jailbait, hey!
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
FZ: Thank you!
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
FZ: Thank you, sports fans.
Audience: "Dinah-Moe"! "Dinah-Moe"! "Dinah-Moe"! . . .
FZ: All right, we'll play "Dinah-Moe Humm" then! . . . My, what a novel idea!
Couldn't say where she's comin' from
But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm
She strolled on over, said look here, bum
I got a forty-dollar bill say you can't make me squirt
Y'jes can't do it
She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb
She could prove it any time all men was scum
(Yes, of course, they are!)
I don't mind that she called me a bum
But I knew right away she was really gonna—
So I got down to it
I whipped off her bloomers 'n stiffened my thumb
An' applied rotation on her sugar plum
I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb
But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm
No Dinah-Moe Humm
Dinah-Moe Humm
Dinah-Moe Humm
Where's this Dinah-Moe
Comin' from
I done spent three hours
An' I ain't got a crumb
From the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe
From the Dinah-Moe Humm
(From the Dinah-Moe Humm)
Got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
Got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
Got a spot that gets me hot
(No no no no)
But you ain't been to it
Got a spot that gets me hot
But you ain't been to it
'Cause I can't, I can't get into it
'Less I get out of it
Oh, Lord!
An' I got, I gotta get out of it
To get myself into it
(No no no no . . .)
Help me now
'Cause I never
I never get into it
Unless I get out of it
(Come on, Chester, you know what I'm talking about, last night)
An' I got, I gotta be . . . Hah hah
To get myself into it
Oh, you know what I'm talkin' . . .
She looked over at me with a glazed eye
And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area
And she said, and I quote . . .
Just get me wasted
An' you're half-way there
'Cause if my mind's tore up
Then my body don't care
I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin
An' said my-my-my
What sort of thing
Might this lady get high upon?
Sheep?
I checked out her sister
Who was holdin' the bet
An' wondered what kind of trip
The young lady was on
Well, the forty-dollar bill didn't matter no more
When her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floor
She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet
But she could use a little ______ if I wasn't done yet
I told her . . .
Just because the sun
Wants a place in the sky
No reason to assume
I wouldn't give her a try
So I pulled on her hair
Got her legs in the air
An' asked if she had any cooties in there
(What do you mean cooties! No cooties on me!)
She was buns-up kneelin'
(Buns up!)
I was wheelin' an' dealin'
(Wheelin' an' dealin' an' ooooh!)
She surrender to the feelin'
(She sweetly surrendered)
An' she started in to squealin'
Now, Dinah-Moe watched
From the edge of the bed
With her lips just a-twitchin'
An' her face gone red
Some drool rollin' down
From the edge of her chin
While she spied the condition
Her sister was in
She quivered 'n quaked
An' clutched at herself
While her sister made a joke
About her mental health
Till Dinah-Moe finally
Did give in
But I told her
All she really needed
Was some discipline
And I explained it to her this way, I said simply this . . .
Kiss my aura . . . Dora . . .
Here it is, it's all around me
Just kiss my aura, Dora
Go right ahead, don't be ashamed
I washed it this morning
Kiss my aura, Dora
It's real angora
Would y'all like some more-a?
Right here on the flora?
An' how 'bout you, Fauna?
Do you wanna?
FZ:
Well, after I had said that to her and she was righteously impressed with my command of the English language, I'll assure you, she started to get, "Well . . . you know . . . maybe uh . . . you know . . ." She's a little bit like Ruth, you understand, she's one of those kind. Finally she got into it, you know, and it just goes to show you that even in Ohio things like this can happen—we have great faith—but tonight marvelous things will happen here in Ohio. Even in Dayton. Now here— And to prove it—and to prove it if we can get a little audience participation, I think that would help out a lot. Can we get the spotlights on the audience? Or did those guys go home? Hey, spotlights on the audience— All right, ladies and gentlemen, we're not asking for too much—and this als— this also goes for you folks back here too. Can we get the spotlight back there too? All we want you to do is very simple, it's a natural sort of a thing, we just want you all to come at the same time right in the middle of this song. What do you think? Can it be done? Some of you aren't too sure. Well maybe it would— maybe it would be different if I was David Bowie. Arf, arf, arf. ["Ground control to Uncle Tom," (oh, wait, that's not right).] All right, here's the deal, we're gonna play real loud, and turn to the person next to you and help them to get off. Right here in— All the brothers and sisters, help each other out. Just get off!
Did you come yet? You did! He came twice! Wait a minute . . . He came twice so he gets the Golden Napkin Award. Sing right along . . .
I couldn't say where she's—
FZ: Wait a minute, wait a minute, I couldn't even tell what key I was in . . . Oee-oee-oee-oee . . .
I couldn't say where she's comin' from
But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm
She strolled on over, said look here, bum
I got a forty-dollar bill say you can't make me cum
(Where's that napkin?)
She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb
She could prove it any time all men was scum
(It's up for him, he came twice)
I don't mind that she called me a bum
But I knew right away she was really gonna cum
So I got down to it
I whipped off her bloomers 'n stiffened my thumb
An' applied rotation on her sugar plum
I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb
An' you know eventually I heard some Dinah-Moe Humm
Here in Ohio
Dinah-Moe
Dinah-Moe
Dinah-Moe
Dinah-Moe again
Dinah-Moe
(It's Dinah-Moe Humm)
Dinah-Moe
Dinah-Moe
Dinah-Moe again
Little Dinah and Dora
Dinah-Moe
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
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 was very busy then, I assure you . . . )
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 torso
An' laid out naked on the floor
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
(Yes, those were hard times, all right)
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
Then she stripped away her rancid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
And we did it and we did it
Then we did it again and did it some more
Come on, George . . .
FZ: We have another song for you. This is from— This is from our new album. It's a, an updated version of "Pygmy Twylyte." Yeah, we'll do "Yellow Snow" later. One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . .
includes quotations from The Twilight Zone Theme (Constant), Piano Sonata in C K. 545 (Mozart), and Needles And Pins (Nitzsche/Bono)
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Green hocker croakin'
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Crankin' an' a-coke'n
In the Winchell's do-nut Midnite
Out of his deep on a 'fore day run
Hurtin' for sleep in the Quaalude Moonlight
Green hocker in a Greyhound locker
Smokin' in the Pygmy Twylyte
Joined the bus, 33rd seat
Doo-doo room with reek replete
Crystal eye, crystal eye
Got a crystal kidney and he's 'fraid to die
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Napoleon:
[...]
includes quotations from Pygmy Twylyte and The Idiot Bastard Son
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Honey, honey
Sheep
Honey, honey
Wool
Honey, honey
Cotton
Honey, honey
Mohair!
Wow! Wow!
(Get down!)
Wow!
Hey hey hey hey
I think you wanna get up
Honey, honey
Wool
Honey, honey
Cotton
Honey, honey
Mohair
Honey, honey
Sheep!
Sheep!
Sheep!
Sheep! Wow!
Something somebody's trying to tell you
It won't be too long before you find out by yourself
Something somebody's trying to tell you
It won't be too long before you find out by yourself
You gotta be careful who you're messing around
You gotta be careful who you're messing around with
Wow!
One of these days it might be too late
Gonna wake up
I came to see her
She wasn't there
I walked out again
I didn't care
Came down the street
Bashed all the doors
Little-bittie bikini
That wasn't all
Trying to give me a chance
Right through my bed
There goes baby
I didn't know where to go
Wow-ow!
All I said was, Wow!
Mercy!
Doo-doo room
Doo-doo room
(Right on back there's a)
Doo-doo room
Doo-doo room
(I hope in your house it's a)
Doo-doo room
Doo-doo room
(Or maybe in your backyard there's a)
Doo-doo room
Doo-doo room
FZ: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much for coming to the concert. Ruth Underwood on percussion. Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax, lead vocals, and fantastic dancing. Chester Thompson on drums and Baltimore Train. Tom Fowler on bass. Sheep! Sheep! George Duke on keyboards. Thanks a lot for coming to the concert, hope you enjoyed it.
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
FZ: Arf! Okay! The name of this song is "Don't Eat The Yellow Snow." Listen, I don't know how you people managed to stand up in that condition all night long—it's absolutely inhuman. I think on the way out you oughta rub each other's feet. Okay, ready? One, two, three, four . . .
includes a quotation from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
FZ: Everybody dance!
Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots 'n around my toe
Frost had bit the ground below
Was a hundred degrees below zero
And my momma cried
She said . . .
And my momma cried
She said once again . . .
Nanook, no no
Nanook, no no
Don't be a naughty Eskimo
Save your money, don't go to the show
Well I turned around an' I said, Ho ho
Well I turned around an' I said, Ho ho
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
includes a quotation from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Well right about that time, people
A fur trapper
Who was strictly de la commercial
(Strictly Commershil)
Had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo
Screaming, Peek-a-boo!
(Peek-a-boo)
Whereupon he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal
With a lead-filled snow shoe
With a lead
(Lead)
Filled
(Lead-filled)
With a lead-filled snow shoe
(Snow shoe)
He said Peak-a-boo
(Peak-a-boo)
With a lead
(Lead)
Filled
(Lead-filled)
With a lead-filled snow shoe
(Snow shoe)
He said Peak-a-boo
(Peek-a-boo)
(Peek-a-boo)
He went right up side the head of my favorite baby seal
With that lead-filled snow shoe
He went, Tush!
He went, Boof!
(Peek-a-boo)
He went, Whap!
An' he hit him on the nose 'n he hit him on the fin 'n . . .
Jay-zus! That got me just about as evil
As an Eskimo boy can be
Whereupon I proceeded to take my pattented Nanook of the North whale blubber mitten
And I bent down 'n I reached down 'n I scooped down
An' I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly
(Yellow Snow)
The deadly Yellow Snow from right there where the huskies go
And then I pounced . . .
FZ: No, no, I didn't pounce. Hey, wait a minute. No, I haven't pounced yet. I have to rub it all into his beady little eyes. Cancel! Well . . .
And then I proceeded to rub it all into his beady little eyes
With a vigorous circular motion
Hitherto unknown to the citizens of Dayton, Ohio
But destined to take the place of The Mud Shark
In your mythology
The Vigorous Circular Motion, here it goes, rub it!
And then
I pounced!
And I pounced again
And I jumped up 'n down on the chest of the . . .
Great Googly-Moogly!
I injured the fur trapper
Heh heh heh heh . . .
That wretched sucker hurt my seal and he had to pay
Well, he got up then
As those fur trappers are wont to do
He got up and he looked around and
He looked at Ruth
And he looked at Ruth
And he kept looking at Ruth
And he kept looking at Ruth and it was then that it occurred to him that there was a problem
Because that's when he noticed . . .
He couldn't see
I can't see
Oh woe is me
I can't see
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in Ruth's eye
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in Ruth's other eye
An' the huskie wee-wee, I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded Ruthie
An' she can't see
An' she can't pee
But she'll be able to pee later where [...]
(She can't see
Temporarily)
Because we have therapy
To help her pee
(Ruth, she can't see
Temporarily)
When she can't pee temporarily
(Ruth, she can't see
Temporarily)
She might not be able to see
But later on she'll be able to pee
Because of the therapy
(Ruth, she can't see
Temporarily)
Well the fur trapper
Was hurting
He had the dog-doo crystals on his right eye
Had the dog-doo crystals on his left eye
Both his eyes was shut
Couldn't see Ruth
Ruth couldn't see him
Ruth couldn't pee
He couldn't see
That made 'em just about equal
And it was then
In a flash of blinding illuminating light
Tush!
(Hey, was that cheap or what?)
That the fur trapper remembered an ancient Eskimo legend
Wherein it is written
On whatever it is that they write it on up there
That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
As a result of some sort of conflict
With anyone named Nanook
The only way you can get it fixed up
Is to go trudgin' across the tundra
Trudgin' across the tundra
Mile after mile
Trudgin'
Tundra
Ruth
Can't pee
Ruth
Trudgin'
Sheep
Wool
Dogs
Wool
Dog wool
Sheep wool
(Sheep)
Ruth wool
(Lick)
Tongue
I said a tongue
(Marty's dog)
Never mind that . . .
And then
Once we have figured out what to do with the sheep's tongue
Instead of his buttock
Well
The fur trapper decided he would
Go trudgin' across the tundra
Right down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo
Who is the patron saint of the sheep herders
Of Ohio extraction
He was gonna make it down there
Because
Even if he couldn't get any mar-juh-rene to rub on his eyes
He was liable to get just enough wool to make another brown
Lapidus sweater for Marty
Watch Ruth, here we go . . .
includes Rollo Interior
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Well, here we are!
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene
An' widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused a sausage pattie
(Pittie-pattie pittie-pattie pittie-pattie pootie)
And said why don't you treat me mean?
(Hurt me)
Hurt me!
(Hurt me)
Hurt me!
(Hurt me)
Hurt me!
(Oooooh!)
Pittie!
Pattie!
Pootie!
Pootie-pootie!
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Get off the bus [...] Marty!)
([...] now, George)
(Marty had a dog)
(Ha ha ha! I can't help myself!)
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene
Hara Arena, Dayton, OH
November 20, 1974
Father Vivian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
(He forgot to watch the clock)
'Cause the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked
(He stroked it)
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his
Sma-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ahhhhh
(Stroked his smock)
Which set him off in such a frenzy
He sang Lock Around The Crock
An' he topped it off with a . . .
An' he topped it off with a . . .
An' he topped it off with a . . .
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
As he stumbled on his cock
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock
Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
(Proud of me
Proud of me)
He shouted down the block
Dominus Vo-bisque 'em
Et come spear a tu-tu, oh!
Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alfonzo
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoes
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoes
Ooo-ooo-ooo . . .
FZ: Good evening to the audience . . . On behalf of Ruth again, Napoleon again, Chester again, Tom again, George again. You guys have been okay, and in case you— in case you didn't know, you have broken all attendance records for this hall, by jamming your bodies into this room just like sardines! Congratulations! Good night!
includes fragments from Cosmik Debris, Nanook Rubs It, St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast, Don't Eat The Yellow Snow, Excentrifugal Forz, and Stink-Foot
Frank Zappa's newest LP, Apostrophe (')!
Great Googly-Moogly!
That's right, you heard right!
Look here brother
With "Nanook Rubs It"!
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
"Don't Eat The Yellow Snow"! "Cosmik Debris"! And many more . . . Frank Z and Apostrophe (')!
Stink Foot
includes parts of Don't Eat The Yellow Snow, Nanook Rubs It, St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast, and quotations from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)
Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
And my momma cried
Boo-a-hoo hoo-ooo
And my momma cried
Nanook-a, no no (no no)
Nanook-a, no no (no no)
Don't be a naughty Eskimo-wo-oh
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
Well right about that time, people
A fur trapper
Who was strictly from commercial
(Strictly Commershil)
Had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo
(Peek-a-boo)
And he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal
With a lead-filled snow shoe . . .
That got me just about as evil
As an Eskimo boy can be
So I bent down 'n I reached down 'n I scooped down
An' I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly
(Yellow Snow)
The deadly Yellow Snow from right there where the huskies go
Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten full
Of the deadly Yellow Snow Crystals
And rub it all into his beady little eyes
With a vigorous circular motion
Hitherto unknown to the people in this area
But destined to take the place of The Mud Shark
In your mythology
Here it goes now
The Circular Motion . . . (rub it) . . .
(Here Fido . . . Here Fido)
And then, in a fit of anger, I . . .
I pounced
And I pounced again
Great Googly-Moogly!
Well, he was very upset, as you can understand
And rightly so because
The deadly Yellow Snow Crystals
Had deprived him of his sight
And he stood up
And he looked around
And he said . . .
(Well!)
No no
I can't see
No . . . I . . .
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my other eye
An' the huskie wee-wee, I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
An' I can't see
Temporarily
guitar solo from Trouble Every Day
Konserthuset, Gothenburg, Sweden
September 25, 1974
includes a quotation from It Just Might Be A One-Shot Deal
Festhalle Mustermesse, Basel, Switzerland
October 1, 1974, early show
FZ: Thank you! Thank you very much!
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
(Poodle bites)
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
(Poodle bites)
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
(Poodle bites)
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
(Poodle bites)
The poodle by-ee-ites
The poodle chews it
(Poodle . . . You know there's a lot of people who'd think I was completely stupid for doing a song like this, you know . . .)
All compositions by Frank Zappa except as noted