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Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) |
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Steve vai (guitar) |
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Johnny "guitar" watson (guitar, vocals) |
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Ike willis (guitar, vocals) |
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Ray white (guitar, vocals) |
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Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals) |
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Tommy mars (keyboards) |
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Scott thunes (bass) |
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Chad wackerman (drums) |
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Ed mann (percussion) |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
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They took a whole bunch of acid |
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So they could see where it's at |
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(it's over there, over there, |
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Over there, over there |
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And underneath also) |
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They lived on a whole bunch of nothing |
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They thought they looked very good |
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They'd never ever worry |
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They were always in a hurry |
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To convince themselves that what they were |
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Was really very groovy |
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Yes, they believed in all the papers |
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And the magazines that defined their folklore |
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They could never laugh |
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At who or what they thought they were |
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Or even what they thought |
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They sorta oughta be |
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They were totally empty |
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(totally empty) |
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And their lives were really useless |
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So what the ****? |
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They didn't have no sense of humor |
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Now they got nothing left |
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To laugh about |
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Including themselves |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
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They were mellow |
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They were yellow |
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They were wearing smelly blankets |
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They looked like donovan fans |
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They walkin' 'round |
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With stupid flowers |
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In they hair and everywhere |
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They tried to stuff 'em up the guns |
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Of all the cops |
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And other servants of the law |
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Who tried to push 'em around |
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And later moved 'em down |
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But they were full of all that shit |
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That they believed in |
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So what the ****? |
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(what the ****?) |
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Now i've seen 'em tightenin' up they headbands |
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On the weekend |
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And they get loaded |
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When they came to town |
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They walked around in greenwich village |
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To buy posters they could hang up |
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In them smelly little secret |
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Black light bedrooms |
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On long island |
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Singin': "jimi come back!" |
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Now come back and regulate the boy's fuzz-tone |
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Your haze was so purple |
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It caused your axis to be bold as love |
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Now jimi (feed back) gimme some feedback |
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Come back and feed back on my knapsack |
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You can feed back the fuzz tone from your wah-wah |
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While you bend down |
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And set your stuff on fire |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
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We can turn it around |
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We can do it again |
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We can go back in time |
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Through the canyons of your mind |
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On the eve of destruction |
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We can act like we are |
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Something really special |
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You just jump in the bath-tub |
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With that other guy jim |
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And make him be more careful |
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We can visit big mama |
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And wrap her on the back |
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When she eats her sandwich |
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(la la la la) |
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We can take care of janis |
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When she gets so depressed |
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She can't take it no more |
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We can laugh at keith moon's jokes |
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(ha ha ha ha ha) |
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And the colour tv |
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(ha ha) |
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He threw out the windum |
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From the second floor |
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Everybody come back |
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No one can do it like you used to |
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If you listen to the radio |
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And what they play today |
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You can tell right away: |
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All those assholes really need you! |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
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Turn and turn |
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Turn and turn |
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We're turning again |
