Most of the material in this double set was recorded Dec. 10, 11 & 12, 1973, at The Roxy, Hollywood. Other portions were extracted from road tapes (4-track 15-ips masters) of show #2, Mothers Day, 1974, at the Auditorium Theater in Chicago, and the recent gymnasium extravaganza at Edinboro State College, Edinboro, Pennsylvania, May 8, 1974.
Some of the material has been overdubbed (Bolic Studios & Paramount Studios, Hollywood), but all basic tracks are live. The Roxy remote recording was done by Wally Heider (16-track 30-ips), engineered by Kerry McNab (who also is responsible for the re-mix on the whole album). The engineer for the road tapes was Bill Hennigh. None of the road material has been overdubbed.
SIDE ONE
Preamble 1:24
Penguin in Bondage 5:24
Pygmy Twylyte 3:22
Dummy Up 5:03
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15:13
SIDE TWO
Preamble :54
Village of the Sun 3:24
Echidna's Arf (Of You) 3:54
Don't You Ever Wash That Thing? 9:47
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17:59
SIDE THREE
Preamble 2:10
Cheepnis 4:22
Son of Orange County 5:55
More Trouble Every Day 6:08
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18:35
SIDE FOUR
Preamble 1:25
Be-Bop Tango (Of The Old Jazzmen's Church) 15:23
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16:48
MUSICIANS:
Frank Zappa--lead guitar, vocals
George Duke--keyboards, synthesizer, vocals
Tom Fowler--bass
Ruth Underwood--percussion
Jeff Simmons--rhythm guitar, vocals
Don Preston--synthesizer
Bruce Fowler--trombone, dancing (?)
Walt Fowler--trumpet
Napoleon Murphy Brock--tenor sax, flute, lead vocals
Ralph Humphrey--drums
Chester Thompson--drums
(additional back-up voals on Cheepnis by Debbi, Lynn, Ruben, George & Froggy)
PRODUCED BY FRANK ZAPPA
Design & Graphics by Cal Schenkel
Cover Photography by Sherwin Tilton
Liner Photography by Sherwin Tilton, Coy Featherston & Steve Magedoff
Mastered at Artisan Recorders, Hollywood
DiscReetion: Herb Cohen
I ate a hot dog
It tasted real good
Then I watched a movie
From Hollywood
(repeat)
Little Miss Muffett on a squat by me
Took a turn around, I said: Can y'all see?
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 & paint on the 40 watt bulb
They use when the slime droozle off
The rumples & the wrinkles in the cardboard rock
And the canvas of the cave is too soft
The suits & the hats & the tie's too wide
And too short for the scientist man
The chemistry lady with the roll-away mind
And the monster just ate Japan
Ladies and gentlemen,
The monster,
Which the peasants in this area call FRUNOBULAX
(Apparently a very large poodle dog)
Has just been seen approaching The Power Plant
Bullets can't stop it
Rockets can't stop it
We may have to use NUCLEAR FORCE!
HERE COMES THAT POODLE DOG!
BIG AS A BLIMP WITH A RHINESTONE COLLAR
SNAPPIN' OFF THE TREES
LIKE THEY WAS BONSAI'D ORNAMENTS ON A DRY-WOBBLE LANDSCAPE
KEEP IT AWAY! DON'T LET THE POODLE BITE ME!
WE CAN'T LET IT REPRODUCE! OH!
SOMEBODY GET OUT THE PANTS!
The National Guard has formed up at the base of the mountain
And is attempting to lure the enormous poodle towards the cave
Where they hope to destroy it with napalm
A thousand of the troopers are now lined up and are calling to the monster . . .
Here Fido
Here Fido
Here Fido
GOT A GREAT BIG SLIMEY THING
GOT A GREAT BIG HEAVY THING
GOT A GREAT BIG POODLE THING
GOT A GREAT BIG HAIRY THING
(repeat)
C'mon! Everybody! Let's go!
Get the distilled water! Get the canned goods!
Get the toilet paper! You know we need it!
GO TO DA SHELTER
MY BABY, MY BABY,
GO TO DA SHELTER
GO TO DA SHELTER
(repeat)
Little Miss Muffett on a squat by me,
Can ya see the little string danglin' down
Makes the legs go wobble an' the mouth flop shut
An' the 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
(etc. repeats)
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 & he's fraid to die
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Or the downer midnite
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Or the downer midnite
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Or the downer midnite
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Or the downer midnite
Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Till my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess, so I'm
Watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
There's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay that trouble
Comin' every day
Wednesday I watched the riot
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks & stuff & chokin'
In the heat
Listen to reports
About the whisky passin"round
Seen the smoke & fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp & smash & bash & crash & slash & bust & burn
And I'm
Watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin' that there's
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
And in your dreams
You can see yourself
As a prophet
Saving the world
The words from your lips
(I AM NOT A CROOK)
I just can't believe you are such
A fool
I just can't believe
You are such a fool
I just can't believe
You are such a fool
(repeat)
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn
Way over on the wet side
Of the bed (Knirps for moisture)
Just like the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce wings
Lord, you know it's all over
If she come atcha on the strut & wrap 'em all around yer head
Flappin' her eight ounce wings, flappinumm
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Shake up the pale-dry
Ginger ale
Tremblin' like a Penguin
When the battery fail
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' through a hoopa real fire
With some Kleenex wrapped around a coat-hang wire
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahenn
Howlin' over to some
Antarcticulated moon
In the frostbite nite
With her flaps gone white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the room
Lord, you know it must be a Penguin bound down
When you hear that terrible screamin' and there ain't no other
Birds around
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .
She's just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .
Rennenhenninnahenninneninahennnn
Aw, you must be careful
Not to leave her straps
TOO LOOSE
'Cause she just might box yer dog
She just might box yer doggie
An' leave you a dried-up dog biscuit . . .
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 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 Johnny Franklin too
In the Village of the Sun
Village of the Sun
Village of the Sun, son
(Sun Village to you)
Little Mary, and Teddy, and Thelma too
Where Palmdale Boulevard
Cuts on through
Past the Village Inn & Barbecue
(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-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-wahhh?
(repeat first two verses)
All selections written by Frank Zappa except Dummy Up, which is written by Zappa, Simmons and Brock
Lyrics reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
All selections ©1974 MUNCHKIN MUSIC, ASCAP except Son of Orange County ©1972 FRANK ZAPPA MUSIC, BMI, and More Trouble Every Day ©1965 FRANK ZAPPA MUSIC, BMI (both of which are administered by THIRD STORY MUSIC . . . how's that for a confusing bunch of corporate swill)