Zappa Frank lyrics
Zappa Frank lyrics
"Harry Rhonda Lyrics"
Good Times Good Music And Good Good Friends Lyrics
Gonna sing a song, gonna be a love song Sing about the good good feeling you brought along You put my mind at rest Made me feel like I'd been blessed With good time, good music and good good friends When I was feeling down, when I was feeling low down You turned me on to good good music You turned me right around You took be to your breast You held me up with your sweet caress And good times, good music and good good friends I remember when you found me I was hungry and alone First you fed me t
Gonna sing a song, gonna be a love song Sing about the good good feeling you brought along You put my mind at rest Made me feel like I'd been blessed With good time, good music and good good friends When I was feeling down, when I was feeling low down You turned me on to good good music You turned me right around You took be to your breast You held me up with your sweet caress And good times, good music and good good friends I remember when you found me I was hungry and alone First you fed me t
Frank Zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve Vai (guitar)
Ray White (guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards)
Chuck Wild (piano)
Arthur Barrow (bass)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Jay Anderson (string bass)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Ike Willis (vocals)
Terry Bozzio (vocals)
Dale Bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (vocals)
Bob Harris (vocals)
Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals)
RHONDA: (stage whisper)
HARRY, this is not DREAM GIRLS!
HARRY: (stage whisper)
They told me it had c-c-colored folk in it, RHONDA, and that's ALWAYS a sure sign of GOOD, SOLID, MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT! How was I supposed to know they'd be this ugly?
RHONDA:
They pissed on us, HARRY! They fuckin' pissed on us! Look at my fox!
HARRY:
I know, dear...but they pissed on me too...he did say they were INCONTINENT!
Det Skulle Vara L?Tt F?R Mig Att S?Ga Att Jag Inte Hittar He Lyrics
Allting varker, sa? otagbart Lite medvind, ratt oslagbart och gladjen sa? sva?r, att kontakta det ar latt man somnar, nar allt ga?r sakta Det skulle vara latt far mig att saga att jag inte hittar hem, men det gar jag, tror jag Det skulle vara latt far mig att saga att jag inte hittar hem, men det gar jag, tror jag gar jag, tror jag Daruppe bara, goda tankar flyger men har pa? marken, kryper dom och smyger raketen Sverige, ma?nadens stalle en small pa? kaften, a?t den allt far snalle Det
Allting varker, sa? otagbart Lite medvind, ratt oslagbart och gladjen sa? sva?r, att kontakta det ar latt man somnar, nar allt ga?r sakta Det skulle vara latt far mig att saga att jag inte hittar hem, men det gar jag, tror jag Det skulle vara latt far mig att saga att jag inte hittar hem, men det gar jag, tror jag gar jag, tror jag Daruppe bara, goda tankar flyger men har pa? marken, kryper dom och smyger raketen Sverige, ma?nadens stalle en small pa? kaften, a?t den allt far snalle Det
RHONDA:
Just smell this! I think we should get out of here before they do something else to us!
HARRY:
Leave? Now? At these ticket prices? Just hold your horses...it probably wasn't REAL PISS... only 'theater piss'...they probably have a formula... some special stuff...comes right outta the fur with Woolite.
RHONDA:
What's happened to Broadway, HARRY? Used to be you could come to one of these things and the wind would be RUSHING DOWN THE PLAIN or a fairy on a string would go over the audience...but NOW! Harry, I ask you: is THIS entertainment?
HARRY:
You're absolutely correct, dear! So far we haven't seen a single good-looking pair of legs...a single sequin-encrusted whatchamacallit ...no firm, rounded breasts! This show is a DISASTER, RHONDA! A complete and utter DISASTER!
THING-FISH:
Mmmm! Say dere...hey! Umm-hmm! Thass right! HEY YOU! You two ugly white folks...over heahhh!
As you know, de presence of carboniferous hard-core unemployable
My Love Is A Natural Thing Lyrics
Like a river, I'm winding my way, back in your love And there I'll stay, like a river that flows to the sea. Like a mountain, I'll stand at your side, protecting your dreams From life's crashing tides, like a mountain, that's what I'll be. My love for you is a natural thing Like a kiss of sunshine on a butterfly's wing A snowflake shining on a distant snow A familiar chord on my guitar My love is a natural thing. Like a sunbeam I'll run through your hair so that when you're asleep You'll know that I'm there like a
s has gen'rally, in de historical past, GUARANTEED an evenin' of upliftin' FROLIC and CAVORTMENT...it'd be a shame fo y'all t'miss out on dis here one! Got some nice chairs fo' ya, rights ovuh heahhh.Like a river, I'm winding my way, back in your love And there I'll stay, like a river that flows to the sea. Like a mountain, I'll stand at your side, protecting your dreams From life's crashing tides, like a mountain, that's what I'll be. My love for you is a natural thing Like a kiss of sunshine on a butterfly's wing A snowflake shining on a distant snow A familiar chord on my guitar My love is a natural thing. Like a sunbeam I'll run through your hair so that when you're asleep You'll know that I'm there like a
HARRY & RHONDA rise, cross to THING-FISH, and sit in the chairs he offers. They are immediately chained to them by The MAMMIES.
HARRY:
Uhhh...beg pardon? What's going on here?
RHONDA:
Oh! They're touching me! HARRY! HARRY! HARRY! HARRY, do something! THEY'RE PUTTING CHAINS ON ME! I'LL BE STUCK TO THE CHAIR! Oh! What'll I do? I'LL MISS INTERMISSION!
HARRY:
They're only 'theater chains', RHONDA! Just some sort of...
RHONDA:
THESE ARE REAL GODDAM CHAINS, HARRY, AND THEY'RE NOT GONNA COME OFF WITH WOOLITE!
HARRY:
I don't mind the way they feel...they don't bother me, honey...relax! Go with the flow...
RHONDA:
HARRY, YOU ARE AN OVER-EDUCATED SHIT-HEAD!
THING-FISH:
Te Vas Angel Mio Lyrics
Look here, folks...dis only fo yo own protexium! Once we gets rollin' heah, things be happnin' all over de place dat could prove dangerous to persons not previously acquainted wit de SAN QUENTIM MASH- POTATOES!
RHONDA:
I want the wind to come rushing down the plain! I want fairies on a string over the audience! I want REAL BROADWAY ENTERTAINMENT! Feathers! Spot-lights! Guilt! Hours upon hours of GUILT! About my mother! About my father! About brave women, suffering at the hands of infantile, insensitive, dominating men! And what do I get? A Potato-headed jig-a-boo with Catholic clothes on! Incomprehensible duck lips! Weak bladders draining through abnorminably large organs! Jesus, HARRY! What the FUCK is going on here?
HARRY:
Simmer down! If you'll just roll with the punches...and don't rock the boat, I'm sure we'll have a lovely evening at the theater!
THING-FISH:
Thass right! We got fairies on a string fo yo ass jes' a little later! Meanwhile, I b'lieves y'all requires some updatement on de CO-LOG-NUH situatium! Sister OB'DEWLLA 'X'! Express yo'seff!