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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) |
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George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) |
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Tom Fowler (bass) |
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Ruth Underwood (percussion) |
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Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals) |
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Don Preston (synthesizer) |
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Bruce Fowler (trombone) |
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Walt Fowler (trumpet) |
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Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals) |
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Ralph Humphrey (drums) |
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Chester Thompson (drums) |
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Debbie (background vocals) |
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Lynn (background vocals) |
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Robert Camarena (background vocals) |
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Sunrise |
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Get up in the mornin' |
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You know, I dig this mornin' |
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The sun is shinin' bright |
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I'm gonna get outside |
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Gonna wash my face |
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Grab my hat |
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Put it on my head |
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I take a walk downtown |
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Yeah... Because I feel so-oh good |
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I think I'm gonna take a walk downtown |
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Hey! Sunrise! |
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Wo! |
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Somethin' I never seen before |
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Been walkin' down the street every day |
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Nobody like you ever passed my way |
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Maybe it must be too much sun |
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Couldn't be my hat, must be too much... |
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Wait a minute! Is that you? |
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What's that?...What, what's that?... |
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What, what's that?...What?... |
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Dummy Up |
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What is that?... |
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I know what that is, I know what that is... |
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I bet you that's a restaurant menu... |
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Let me see!...Let me see! |
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Not only do you get the Desenex burger |
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What? |
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Not only...the Desenex burger |
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Well you are in for a real treat, Jim |
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Wait a minute...I think I like that dance better than... |
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What are you talkin' about, creep? |
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What I'm talkin' about is you've been in this killer fog down here too long |
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What? |
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You need somethin' to get up and go to school with |
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Wait a minute, you're not talkin' to an old fool now, |
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You know I wasn't born yesterday! |
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Heh heh heh! |
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Wait a minute... |
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I like that little dance you were doin' there... |
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(Jeff Simmons tries to corrupt Napoleon Murphy Brock by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma...) |
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Hey! Wait a minute! |
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Hey this, this stuff... |
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I never seen one of these before...that's not a menu... |
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This stuff is expensive |
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What is that? |
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You shoot it, you'll conserve all winter. |
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I do what? |
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It lasts longer |
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(Not only do you get the Desenex burger) |
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Now come on, try it. |
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No, no. |
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It's really good. |
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No. Smoke THAT?! |
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Have I ever lied to you? |
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Have I ever seen you before? |
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I don't, I don't even know you! |
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Look... |
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I don't even know what that is! |
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And you're drivin' me to smoke it?!... |
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Just before, we smoked the tapes that you made. |
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Smoked the tapes? |
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Smoked the tapes of your group. |
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I think I'm with the damned. |
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You can really get off. |
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Let's try a joint of this. |
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A what? |
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A joint. |
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You mean this kinda joint? |
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No man! |
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Where you been in livin'?...Reseda? |
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No, San Jose. |
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(The evil dope pusher is cutting up a white gym sock, Formerly owned by Carl Zappa and still damp. The shredded sock will be placed inside of a high-school diploma And ignited with a sulphur-preparation... His first taste of big city life!...) |
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That's okay, wait... |
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Hey! The roach of this is really gonna be good, so I'll... |
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Have mercy! |
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What do you do with that thing? |
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WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THAT THING? YEAH! |
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Wait a minute! |
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Wait a minute! |
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Wait a minute! |
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What do you do with that thing? |
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I wanna know! |
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Wait a minute! |
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(Now the next step of this operation: The evil corrupter of youth is going to take him from Step One, Which is a mere high-school diploma stuffed with a gym sock, To Step Two, Which is a college-degree stuffed with absolutely nothing at all. Smoke that and it'll really get you out there!...) |
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I still don't feel as good as I felt this mornin'...yeah yeah... |
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(You'll grow out of it...) |
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DUMMY UP! |
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I heard it again, somebody said... |
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You see this? |
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Wait a minute!... |
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College! |
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College! |
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That's college-rhythm. |
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You mean if I smoke that, it's the same as this, |
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As if I was at college? |
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Roll it on up! |
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Roll it on up! |
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Roll it on up! |
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Give me that!... |
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No no, the college degree is stuffed with absolutely nothing at all. |
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You get, you get nothing with your college-degree... |
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But that's what I want! |
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I forgot, I'm sorry... |
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Well, if you get nothin', well that's what I want. |
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(A true Zen saying: Nothing is what I want. The results of a higher education...) |
