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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) |
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Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals) |
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Eddie jobson (keyboards, violin, vocals) |
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Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals) |
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Terry bozzio (drums, vocals) |
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Ruth underwood (percussion, synthesizer) |
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Don pardo (vocals) |
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David samuels (vibes) |
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Randy brecker (trumpet) |
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Mike brecker (tenor saxophone, flute) |
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Lou marini (alto saxophone, flute) |
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Ronnie cuber (baritone saxophone, clarinet) |
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Tom malone (trombone, trumpet, piccolo) |
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John bergamo (percussion over-dub) |
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Ed mann (percussion over-dub) |
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Louanne neil (osmotic harp over-dub) |
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It was the blackest night |
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There was no moon in sight |
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You know the stars ain't shinin' |
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'cause the sky's too tight |
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I heard the scarey wind |
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I seen some ugly trees |
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There was a werewolf honkin' |
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'long the side of me |
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I'm mean 'n i'm bad, y'know i ain't no sissy |
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Got a big-titty girly by the name of chrissy |
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Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me... |
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'n this ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery |
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I noticed even the crickets |
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Was actin' weird up here |
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And so i figured i might |
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Just drink a little beer |
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I said, "gimme summa that what yer suckin' on..." |
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But there was no reply |
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'cause she was gone... |
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"where's those titties that i like so well |
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'n my goddamn beer!" |
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Is what i started to yell, then i heard this noise |
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Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the devil...he's about this big... |
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He had a red suit on |
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An' a widow's peak |
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An' then a pointed tail |
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'n like a sulphur reek |
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Yes, it was him awright |
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I sweared i knowed it was |
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He had some human flesh |
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Stuck underneath his claws |
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You know it looked to me |
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Like it was titty skin |
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I said, "you sonofabitch!" |
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'cause i was mad at him, |
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Well he just got out his floss |
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'n started cleanin' his fang |
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So i shot him with my shooter |
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Said: bang bang bang |
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Then the sucker just laughed 'n said, "put it away... |
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You know, i ate her all up...now what you |
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Gonna say?" |
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You ate my chrissy? "titties 'n all!" |
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Well, what about the beer then, boy? "were the cans |
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This tall?" |
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Even her boots? "would i lie to you?" |
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Shit, you musta been hungry! "yes, this is true." |
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Well don't they pay you good for the |
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Stuff that you do? |
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"well, you know, i can't complain when the checks come through..." |
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Well i want my chrissy, 'n i want my beer |
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So you just barf it back up now, devil, |
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Do you hear? |
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"blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! i mean, i am the devil, |
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Do you understand? just what will you give me |
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For your |
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Titties and beer? i suppose you noticed this little |
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Contract here..." yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore, |
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"don't call me that" |
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That's about the only reason |
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...gimme that paper...bet yer ass i'll sign... |
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'cause i need a beer, 'n it's titty-squeezin' time |
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"man, you can't fool me...you ain't that bad... |
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I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls i had... |
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Why there was milhous nixon 'n agnew, too... |
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'n both of those suckers was worse 'n you..." |
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Well, let's make a deal if you think that's true |
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I mean, you're the devil, so whatcha gonna do? |
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(improvised dialog) |
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"wait a minute...a tinge of doubt crosses my mind...when you say... |
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That you want to make a deal with me..." |
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"that's very, very true |
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I'm only interested in two things |
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"yeah?" |
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See if you can guess what they are" |
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"i would think...uh...let's see, maybe stravinsky..." |
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"i'll give you two clues. let go of your pickle" |
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"what?" |
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"let go of your pickle!" |
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"i'm not holding my pickle" |
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"well, who's holding your pickle then?" |
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"i don't know...she's out in the audience... |
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Hey dale, would you like to come up here and hold |
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My pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the stage?" |
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"i'm only interested in two things, and that's |
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Titties and beer |
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You know what i mean? |
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"what?" |
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Titties and beer |
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Titties and beer |
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Titties and beer |
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Titties and beer |
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Titties and beer |
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Titties and beer |
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Titties and beer!" |
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Titties and beer!" |
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"i don't know if you're the right guy?" |
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Titties and beer!" |
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Titties and beer!" |
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"no! don't sign it! give me time to think... |
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I mean hold on a second boy, 'cause that's magic ink!" |
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And then the devil let go of his pickle |
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And out come my girl, there was her titties |
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Flop-floppin'...all around the world |
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She said "i got me three beers and a fistful of downs |
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And i'm gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns!" |
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Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff |
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That's when the devil, he farted |
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And she went right over the cliff! |
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The devil was mad, i took off to my pad |
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I swear i do declare, how did she get back there? |
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I swear i do declare, how did she get back there? |
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I swear i do declare, how did she get back there? |
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I swear i do declare, how did she get back there? |
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I swear i do declare, how did she get back there? |
