Joe's Camouflage

 

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Ree . . . (I said reeny)
. . . ny ra (reeny ra)
Rada da ta ta

Oh my god!

Froggie?: It's a— It's a take!

Novi: Let me get a phase sound [...]

?: Frank?

FZ: Yeah.

?: What's that song called?

FZ: That's two songs. It's "T'Mershi Duween" and "Reeny Ra."

Roy: "Reeny Ra."

Novi: Heh!

Roy: That the official name now?

FZ: "Hoy hoy, Rant-tada-dat-tat, Hoy hoy, Rant-tada-dat-tat," yeah? Did you go, "Reeny-ra, Reeny-ra-ra-ra"?

?: Boogie! Boogie!

Roy: Hah hah hah hah!

FZ: Arf.

Moon: Who do? Ah!

FZ: Now, try this one, "Sha-la-la-la."

Roy: "Sha-la-la-la."

FZ: "Tet-tet-tet. Sha-la-la-la."

Moon: Daddy? Can I say something?

FZ: Sure, come on up.

Roy: A new monster.

Dweezil: I want to say something too.

Moon: Hah hah hah.

Dweezil: Ha . . .

Moon: Hello! Hello.

FZ: There's another way to do it.

GZ?: Okay, here . . .

Moon: Hello everybody!

Dweezil: Hey, be quiet!

Napoleon: Hah hah hah hah hah . . .

Moon: Who do you think you are?

Napoleon: Hah hah . . . Get down . . .

Moon: Hello!

FZ: And now that you've talked in the microphone, get out!

Napoleon: Hah hah . . .

Moon: Okay!

[...]

FZ: You know how to do it?

Denny: Well, you said there's the shims on there.

FZ: You take all the strings off. Or you slack 'em all down. And you just, you just lift that out. And underneath of it there's three little pieces of white, uh, like, plastic.

Denny: I couldn't bring it home last night, 'cause I didn't have my car. It broke down [...]

FZ: Well, you just, you know, take out— Start by taking out one, put the strings back on, see if it feels right. I'll guarantee if you take all three of 'em out, you're gonna be down on this thing and you're gonna [...]

Denny: I don't wanna go that far. It's just a little bit.

[...]

FZ: . . . top . . . two, three, four . . .

Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a man like me

He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
His fav'rite phrase was "outa-site!"
He had an Irish Setter
(Hrtch-a-pltch
Hrtch-a-pltch
Hrtch-a-pltch)

It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
The moon was dim, the band was tight
They did the Bump together

What a splendid sight
Her teeth were white
The drinks were cheap
(It was Ladies Nite)
He was glad that he met her

She was an office girl ("My name is Betty")
Her fav'rite group was Helen Reddy
(They discussed the weather)

Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a
Baby, don't you want a
Baby, don't you want a
Man!

She was a lonely sort, a little too short
Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite sport
Was hockey (in the winter)

He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
Any sport with a PUCK had to be 'bout the best
As he jabbed his elbow in her
(Get it?)

Later on they went off to where the music was soft
The candles were drippy, they saw a real hippy
Who delivered their dinner

The rice was brown, and soon they found
That the crowd around that had jammed the room
Well it seemed to be getting thinner

Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a
Baby, don't you want a
Baby, don't you want a
Man!

He took me home to a motor court
I wouldn't kiss him, he tried to ignore it
But it made him angry!

He called me a slut
A pig and a whore
A bitch and a cunt
And I slammed the door
In a petulant frenzy!

On the sofa she weeps
She weeps and she weeps
She weeps and she peeps
Through the curtain

He just got in his car
But the battery's dead
So he asked to use the phone
And I gave him some
Ba-da-bam, bam-bam-bam
Rum-pum-pum-pum
And that's the end of the story

Honey honey, hey
Honey, don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby, don't you want a
Baby, don't you want a
Baby, don't you want a
Man!
Baby, don't you want a man sometimes?

The Illinois Enema Bandit
I heard he's on the loose
I heard he's on the loose

Lord, the pitiful screams
(Hi)
Of them college-educated women
(Hi hi hi)
Boy, he'd just be tyin' 'em up
They'd be all bound down!
Just be pumpin' every one of 'em up with all the bag fulla
(Ay!)
Illinois Enema Bandit Juice

The Illinois Enema Bandit
I heard it on the news
I heard it on the news

Bloomington, Illinois
He has caused such an alarm
Just creepin' around there, around there
From farm to farm
With a rubberized bag
And a hose on his arm
Lookin' for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump
Searchin' for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump
Searchin' for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump
Searchin' for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump

The Illinois Enema Bandit
Some day he'll have to pay
Some day he'll have to pay

Judge say, "You's under arrest!"
(Police will say that)
The judge will have him for a special guest
The D.A. will order a secret test
("Let's see what's in this water")
Pokes thumbs (pooh!) in the side of his vest, yeah-hey
They'll put out a call for the jury folks
Judge will stand up and say, "No poo-poo jokes!"
They'll drag in the bandit for all to see
Sayin', "Don't nobody have sympathy"
Sayin', "Hot soapy water in the first degree!"
Bandit say, bandit say, "Why you all lookin' at me?"

Well well well well well well well
Did you cause . . .

FZ: You should do that like Helen Reddy.

The bandit say, "Why you all lookin' at me?"

Well well well well well
Did you cause this misery?
(Er-ey-ee . . . )
You know one girl shout, hey!, "Let that man be!"

But I say,
Are you guilty?
Helen, what's your plea?
Another girl shout, "Let the fiend go free!"

Oh, judge have to say,
Did you do these deeds?
"It must be just what they all need"
Bandit say
"It must be just what they all need"
Bandit says, yeah
"It must be just what they all need"
The bandit says
"It must be just what they all need"

The Illinois . . .

FZ: You have to bring up your part.
Roy: Huh?
FZ: Bring your part up.
Roy: Okay.
FZ: It's not— The thing about your part, it's not really part of the harmony, but it makes it, you know?
Roy: I know.
FZ: So . . .
Roy: I know it.

"Must be just what they all need"

FZ: Leave your part out for a minute, Roy.
Roy: Okay.

"Must be just what they all need"
(Yeah . . .)
"It must be just what they all need"
B-brrr . . .
"Just me just what they all need"
Bandit say
"It must be just what they all need"
Convicted, he said
"It must be just what they all need"
They took him off to jail, yeah
"It must be just what they all need"
But he continued to say
"It must be just what they all need"
Lord, give me the straitjacket
("You know, boy, they're gonna give you the chair for this")
He-heh says . . .
"It must be just what they all need"
(Novi: Hope it has an enema in it.)
He said, "I don't care, I don't care
'Cause it must"
("Give me the chair!")
Froggie: Is that chair shaped like a toilet bowl?
FZ: We're gonna give you a chair with a rubber duck in the front!
?: Hah hah hah!

 

Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh

Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh
Wee-ee-oooh

There will come a time when everybody
Who is lonely will be free
To sing and dance and love

There will come a time when every evil
That we know will be an evil
That we can rise above

Who cares if hair is long or short
Or sprayed or partly grayed
We know that hair ain't where it's at

There will come a time when you won't even
Be ashamed if you are fat!

Wah Wah Wah Wah

There will come a time when everybody
Who is lonely will be free
To sing and dance and love

There will come a time when every evil
That we know will be an evil
That we can rise above
(Diddle-iddle-eh)

Who cares if you're so poor you can't afford
(Diddle-iddle-eh)
To buy a pair of Mod A Go-Go stretch-elastic pants
There will come a time when you can even
Take your clothes off when you dance

Wah Wah Wah Wah

There will come a time when you can even
Take your clothes off when you dance

Wah Wah Wah Wah

There will come a time when you can even
Take your clothes off when you dance

Wah Wah Wah Wah

FZ: Now . . .

?: Denny, [...] "I'm The Slime"?

Roy?: "I'm The Slime" [...]

?: I love that song.

Denny: Uh . . . Get "I'm The Slime" off the Over-Nite Sensation album

Novi?: "I'm The Slime" just like Denny said.

Denny: And learn all the girls' part background in, uh— What the fuck is that song?

?: Don't be such an asshole.

Denny: Hey, look, [...] goddamnit, don't interrupt on my ninety-dollar-an-hour tape.

?: What is that?

Froggie: "I'm The Slime."

Denny: No, "Dirty Love," yeah. Get the background parts on "Dirty Love."

Froggie: Please, please to get "Dirty Love" and "I'm The Slime," thank you.

Denny: Twice.

Choose your foot!
Mah-mah-mah
Choose your foot!
Mah-mah-mah
Uh . . .

FZ: Another way to do it. Another way to do it. You guys go, "Choose your foot, mah-mah-mah, Choose your foot" [...] "Uh . . . "
?: Okay.
FZ: You guys go, "Ooh!"
?: Okay.
FZ: Okay.
Napoleon: Now we do everything except the "Ooh."
FZ: Yeah, I'll do that by myself.
Napoleon: Everything else.
?: Do we do it on [...]?
Napoleon: Hah hah hah hah!
FZ: 'Cause I love to do that.
Napoleon: And they already did it like it was a [...]
FZ: Tell me, Mr. Zappa, what is your message to the WORLD!
Napoleon: Hah hah hah hah!
FZ: Ready?

Choose your foot!

Choose your foot!
(Mah-mah-mah)
Choose your foot!

FZ: And you know, maybe if you're lucky some guy will reach up and put his hand on the stage and you can stand on his hand and still sing it.

Choose . . . hah hah . . .

FZ: Beefheart did that to some kid who kept trying to get up onto the stage. He walked over and went wham! and stepped on the guy's hand. He didn't feel it; he was out. He didn't know. He just took it, put a couple of pieces of it in his pocket.

Froggie: Just popped a couple. There goes a couple more.

FZ: You know sometimes your friends come up to you in the middle of the night and they just have to ask you the mystery question . . .

Are you holding
(No!)
Any downers?
(No no, no no, no no no!)

Are you holding
(I said no, I ain't got no)
Any bennies?
(Oh, hold on, there may be a couple here now, wow!)

No, I don't have any more
No, I don't have any more
No, I don't have any more
No, I'm afraid I don't have any more
No, I'm afraid I don't have any more
Oh, yes (I don't have any more)
No, I'm afraid I don't have any more
No, I'm afraid I don't have any more
No, I'm afraid I don't have any more
No! No! No! No! Yeah, yeah, yeah . . .

No, no, no
No, I'm afraid I don't have any more
No! No! No! I don't got no more
(Oh, no-ow) I don't have no more, oh Lord
Sure wish I had some hot stuff right now!

Are you holding?
(No-o)
Brother, are you holding?
(No-o-oh)
Are you holding?
(No-o-oh)
Now tell me truly, are you holding?

FZ: Then you can go . . .

But if I hit you?
No!
Then if I hit your sister?
If I beat you?
No . . .
And then if I buh— bite your mother's foot?
What if I, what if I hurt your car?
Hah hah hah . . .
Now what if I . . .
Please, please, hear my plea
And what if I scratch your primer spot, man?

FZ: Give me a little tambourine. Where's that tambourine?
?: I've got one over there.
FZ: Get it.
?: [...] tambourine.

Any downers?
(Mmm-no)
Any downers?
(Nnn-no)
Any bennies?
(Oh no)
I said you got any bennies?
(No no no)
Now what about if I hit your sister?
(No!)
What about if I beat your dog, uh?
(No-ow)
What about if I hit your car?
(No!)
Then will you have any downers?

No, I don't have any more
No, I don't have any more
No, I don't have any more
No, I don't have any more
No no no no no no no no
No no no no no . . .

FZ: Can you put some of the guitar in Terry's monitor? . . . Okay. Top again. One, two, three, four . . .

[...]

FZ: Come on in.

[...]

FZ: Listen. We quit at midnight.

Neighbor: Nobody quits [...]

FZ: Look—

[...]

Roy: It bounced off that building.

?: Oh. Shut the bathroom window.

Froggie?: Yeah, Frank, when the bathroom door's open [...]

FZ: [...] the cops'll be all over this fucking place. He's the guy that lives across the street that complains once a month at least. He just— He's a guy that likes to sleep at night. All right, let's get out of here.

[...]

Novi: [...] Sunset Boulevard. It's not like in a quiet country [...]

FZ: No, he lives back there.

Novi: Oh.

Denny?: That's his hard life.[...]

FZ: Yeah, I know. But apparently if it goes out that window, all it does is rattle around in the middle of [...]

[...]

FZ: He's one of those guys that waits—

Froggie?: I heard one! I heard a note!