Zappa Frank lyrics
Zappa Frank lyrics
"Tiny Sick Tears Lyrics"
Take It Off Lyrics
i'm on my second drink but i've had a few before i'm trying hard to think and i think that i want you on the floor uh-huh, yeah on the floor go on and take it off (take it off) you got to shake it off baby for me come on and break me off (break me off) cause i get what i want and i like what i see Need your love-one, two, three stop starin at my d-cup don't waste time just giv
i'm on my second drink but i've had a few before i'm trying hard to think and i think that i want you on the floor uh-huh, yeah on the floor go on and take it off (take it off) you got to shake it off baby for me come on and break me off (break me off) cause i get what i want and i like what i see Need your love-one, two, three stop starin at my d-cup don't waste time just giv
Frank Zappa (vocals)
Lowell George (guitar, vocals)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Don Preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz Gardner (trumpet)
Ian Underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Arthur Tripp (drums)
You know sometimes in the middle in the night
You get to feeling uptight
And wish you were feelin alright
And you know youre white
And you ain't got no soul
And theres no one with a hole nearby
And therefore in your teen-age madness and delirium
You toss and turn in your sweaty little grey teen-age sheets
In that little room with the psychedelic posters
And the red bulb
And the incense
And your bead collection
And your country song round up books
And you cry your tiny
Radical Lyrics
It's all right, we're gonna be fine But let's give my mama and my daddy a little time 'Cause I've been good up 'till now They see you and they think that I have changed somehow But I'm not being radical when I kiss you I don't love you to make a point It's the hollow of my heart that cries when I miss you And it keeps me alive when we're apart. We go downtown, some people they staresick tears
Tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
You know you gotto gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta find some relief from the terrible..
From the terrible ache thats clutching right at your heart
Because its hurting you to your heart
And your crying tiny sick tears
And you have to go downstairs
Out of your bedroom
Out into the hall
Down to the living room
To the living room
To the kitchen
To the cookie jar
Where you wanna get your cookies
And you take the top off the cookie jar
And you stick your tiny sick hand in the cookie jar
And you reach around in the cookie jar
To find a raisin cookie
A spongy one with the little plump raisins
A little tactile sensation for your tiny sick fingers
Squeeze the raisin on the cookie
Pull the cookie out of the jar
Tell Me Lyrics
hhhhhhhhh aaaaaaa, hey.. I'm gonna try to make you understand, that there is something that you have to change, you tell me i`m your world, your everything, i love you but it can`t go on like this you have to exept me for who i am, and now you try to turn me into something else you have to let it go cause it`s not right.. ref: Cause you don`t have to tell me, all the things i already know
Stuff the raisin into your eating holeIt's all right, we're gonna be fine But let's give my mama and my daddy a little time 'Cause I've been good up 'till now They see you and they think that I have changed somehow But I'm not being radical when I kiss you I don't love you to make a point It's the hollow of my heart that cries when I miss you And it keeps me alive when we're apart. We go downtown, some people they stare
Tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
You know you gotto gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta find some relief from the terrible..
From the terrible ache thats clutching right at your heart
Because its hurting you to your heart
And your crying tiny sick tears
And you have to go downstairs
Out of your bedroom
Out into the hall
Down to the living room
To the living room
To the kitchen
To the cookie jar
Where you wanna get your cookies
And you take the top off the cookie jar
And you stick your tiny sick hand in the cookie jar
And you reach around in the cookie jar
To find a raisin cookie
A spongy one with the little plump raisins
A little tactile sensation for your tiny sick fingers
Squeeze the raisin on the cookie
Pull the cookie out of the jar
Tell Me Lyrics
hhhhhhhhh aaaaaaa, hey.. I'm gonna try to make you understand, that there is something that you have to change, you tell me i`m your world, your everything, i love you but it can`t go on like this you have to exept me for who i am, and now you try to turn me into something else you have to let it go cause it`s not right.. ref: Cause you don`t have to tell me, all the things i already know
Push it all the way in your eating hole
Now make your eating hole wrap itself around the tiny sick cookie
Scarve the cookie
Put the lid back on the jar
Go over to the ice box
Open the ice box
Pull out the box of milk
Open the box of milk
Into a triangular beak like that
Pull the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole
Up to your hole
Pour the white fluid from the drinking box into your hole
Close the beak
Reinsert the box into the ice box
Close the box door
Walk out of the kitchen
Through the living room
Back up the stairs
Past your sisters room
Past your brothers room
You take a mask from the ancient hallway
Make it down to your fathers room
And you walk in
And your father, your tiny sick father
Is beatin
Judy And The Dream Of Horses Lyrics
Judy wrote the saddest song She showed it to a boy in school today Judy, where did you go wrong? You used to make me smile when I was down Judy was a teenage rebel She did it with a boy when she was young She gave herself to books and learning She gave herself to being number one Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everything Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everything
g his meat to a Playboy magazineJudy wrote the saddest song She showed it to a boy in school today Judy, where did you go wrong? You used to make me smile when I was down Judy was a teenage rebel She did it with a boy when she was young She gave herself to books and learning She gave herself to being number one Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everything Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everything
Hes got it rolled into a tube
And hes got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the middle of it
Right flat up against the centerfold
There he is your father with a tiny sick erection
And you walk in and you say:
Father I want to kill you
And he says: Not now son, not now
HANDS UP!
OOOO LAAAA
I know that its so hard stop playing this soul music, you know, cause it really . . . For one thing its really easy . . . And for another thing: It wastes a lot of time while were on stage. We learned in our travels that teenagers are ready to accept these two chords no matter how theyre played. It makes you feel secure, cause you know that after, did de dit de didde the other one is gonna come on. It never fails, simple . . . Some people would say its bullshit. But we love it, don't we kids?
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