Waka/Wazoo

Kris: Is that rightwhat? Listen, I only did this thing once. You do these things once, man. I mean, you know.
Sal: But don't think about it, honey. 'Cause, you know [...]. Cool it. All right. Listen . . .
Kris: Come on! Come on.
Sal: All right.

Sal:
Listen, honey, you drive me to drink!

Kris:
That's my lifeline.

Sal:
Ha ha ha.

Kris & Sal:
Oo-oo-ooh!

Sal:
Mmmh! Give me a drink, pleasewill you.

Kris:
I don't want you sharing this bottle with me, man.

Sal:
You're so lame!

Kris:
I don't want you sharing this bottle with me, man. I might catch something, man.

Sal:
Oh, honey, I was just out the other night . . .

Kris:
Oh, good. What did you do when you were out?

Sal:
I was out with your sister, honey.

Kris:
I know what where you're at then, ha ha ha.

Sal:
I went see your sister last night.

Kris:
Oh, was it good?

Sal:
She was lovely.

Kris:
She was?

Sal:
She was lovely.

Kris:
I know my sister is sister's lovely! She comes from the same mother I came from. You don't have to tell me my sister's lovely.

Sal:
I know. But you're lovely too and I love every part of you.

Kris:
Yes, I know that.

Your mouth is your religion
You put your faith in a hole like that
You put your trust and your belief
Above your jaw and no relief
Have I found

I heard your story when you came/come home
You said you went to see your sister last night
Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth
And find a funeral wreath
While you'll be laying in the ground all alone

So tell me where are you coming from with all them lies
As you stumble in the at break of day
(Tell me)
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
'Cause it he just might wanna blow you away
([...]Dirty)
'Cause it he just might wanna blow you away

An evil woman can make you cry
If you believe her every time she lies
But you can be a greater fool
If she can make you lose your cool
And so I've I got me some advice you should try
(Let her talk, let her talk, yesright, you gotta let her talk)

Just let her talk a little
(Let her talk and talk a little)
[...]
Just let her talk a little more
(Let her talk and talk a little more)
Oh! Just let her talk a little
(Let her talk and talk a little)
Oh, just let her talk a little more
(Just let her talk a little more)
And when she runs out of words
Just say the that same thing I told you before
(Okay, okay, prove it, prove it, prove it)

Oh! Now tell me where are you coming from with all them lies
As you stumble in the at break of day
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Said it he just about to blow you away
(And I can dig it if it does)
Said it he just about to blow you away
([I got him do it to you])
Said it just about to blow you away
Mmm . . .
(Ooo-oo-ooh)
Oh! Yeah yeah . . . Oh, my . . .
You talk too much . . .
You talk too much . . .
Ooh, yeah! Oh . . .
(I talk to you)

 

 

 

If something gets in your way
Just think it over
If something gets in your way
Just think it over

And
It will fall down
It will fall down
It will fall
Just wait 'n see

And
It will fall down
It will fall down
It will fall
Take it from me

Everything that gets in your way ain't real
Everything that gets in your way ain't real
Everything that gets in your way ain't real
It ain't real
It ain't real, so
What's the deal?

Engineer: Seven twenty-five.

FZ: One, two, three, one, two, three . . .

FZ: Take a look at Part 2. Okay? One, two, three, one, two, three . . .

Engineer: Inner Cut #1Intercut 1.
FZ: One, two, three, one, two, three . . .

I'm only human!

Ah-one, two, ah-one, two, three, four . . .

One, two, three, four . . .

 

 

 

 

Life, Life's love, like time don't end
Left, right, they spin within
Come to me, I'll come your friend

Those False hopes, they're growing old
Love waits for you to mold
Come to me, I'll rest your soul

Time will show
Time will know
Time will slow
Time will go

Oh lordOn, on, like earth and sand
Why wait for my command
Come for me, I'll come for man

Time will show
Time will know
Time will slow
Time will go

Oh lordOn, on, like earth and sand
Why wait for my command
Come for me, I'll come for man

 

 

Love can move
All the world
Love can cure
Everyone who hears
And at hisadheres

Love contained
Can be love too great
For it can't
Manifest itself

People wake up and go save
The world
From within

One, two, three . . .

Three . . .

 

FZ:

Can you— Can you please sit down and get comfortable?

All right. I think we're ready to begin. All I've got to do is make a couple of little adjustements adjustments here. Barry, there's no vocal in the monitor system at all. Can you put some in? Hello, hello, hello, hello. Hello, hello. Nothing, nothing.

Guy From The Audience:

Claremont, California.

FZ:

[...] Claremont, California. Hello, hello. There's—

That just about woke me up. Ahem. Okay, I'd like to— There's still nothing happening in the monitor, Barry, except that noise. But we're gonna go ahead. I'd like to introduce the members of the group to you now. Over here on the end, with a the oboe in his mouth, is there's is Earle Dumler. Malcolm McNab on trumpet. Gary Barone on trumpet. Tom Malone on pygmy trumpet. Bruce Fowler on trombone. Do you have a level on him, Barry.? He's not coming through the monitor system. Okay. This is Glenn Ferris on trombone. Tony Duran on slide guitar. Dave Parlato on bass. Jim Gordon on drums. And the name of this song we're gonna start up off with—

Barry:

[...]

FZ:

What?

Barry:

Bruce is going to [...]

FZ:

Well, can you switch them him there?

Barry:

No.

FZ:

All right.

Barry:

[...]

FZ:

No. Very little, Barry.

Barry:

Okay.

FZ:

The trombones have been reversed, Barry.

Barry:

With Bruce [...]

FZ:

[...]Just tap on He's tappin' it.

Barry:

Ah . . .

FZ:

Okay. Organized.

Okay, we'd like to get some audience participation on this if we could. Here's what happens. There's four bars of music goes by, and then the trombones make a noise that goes like this . . . Okay. They do that three times in the first part of the song. Would you sing along with that? All you have to do is pick any note of your choosing, put your finger on your throat and go "WA-A-A-A-AH" like that. Well, let's try it once with the trombones. You're You ready?

Excellent. Very tasty group— Okay. Remember, this happens three times.

Barry:

[...]?

FZ:

No.

Barry:

No.

FZ:

Here we go.

One, two, three, four . . .

 

FZ: Thank you. The name of this song is "America Drinks & Goes Home."
Guy From The Audience: Happy birthday, Frank!
FZ: Thank you!

FZ: Thank you! Before we go any further we have to do some balance balancing in the monitor system here—we're not hearing [...]ourselves well enough. Can we hear some more horns in the monitors, please, Barry? Let me Can we Let me hear the two trumpets together? . . . All right. Did most of that hum go away out there? Okay. Nothing?. What'll What did you do?
Barry: Nothing!
FZ: All right. The name of this song is "Montana."

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 cheesy little box
That I can sell uptown

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else
But then, on the other hand I would

Keep that wax
'N melt it down
Pluck some Floss
'N swish it aroun'

Shit, I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top
That's why I'm movin' to Montana

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

My horse is little but mighty
So I ride him on the middle
And he's known to the world as
Mighty Little

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 and Mighty Little
Over by the Dennil Floss Bush

'N then I might just
Jump back on
An' ride like a cowboy
Into the dawn back to Montana

FZ: Thank you. Okay. The name of this song is "Farther Oblivion" and it has a tango in the middle of it. ("Farther Oblivion") . . . Barry, turn on the tuba mike and the trumpet mike. Tommy— Tom? No, Tom was just testing his trumpet and tuba mike. [...] One, two, three, one, two, three . . .

FZ: Thank you. The name of this song is "Cosmik Debris."

Well, the Mystery Man came over
An' he said, "I'm outa-site!"
He said, for a nominal service charge
I can 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?
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 may not believe this, little fella
But it'll cure your Asthma too!"
An' I said . . .

Look here brother
I just can't go for what you say
(I ain't goin' for itgo anymoregoing no more!)
I've been on the streets since Tuesday
Now why don't you just go away

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' 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
I 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?
Go sell that jive in Sausalito
But don't you waste your time on me

FZ: Thank you. ("Chunga's Revenge.") The name of this song is "Chunga's Revenge" . . . [...] Take the middle out. [...] (Okay?)

FZ: Thank you very much for coming to the concert tonight. Hope you enjoyed it. We haven't played in San Francisco for about three or four years and I hope it isn't that long before we come back again. Thanks a lot!