FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy Lyrics"
Mistress Lyrics
I'm so young and curvy at the hips You can't wait to kiss my rosy lips Hold me in between your finger tips But It's you that I've got in my grip
Ray Collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Roy Estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot Ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)
Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reach
Mr. America try to hide the emptiness that's you inside
But once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of HUNGRY FREAKS DADDY!
They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those
The left behinds of the great society
HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!
Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. America, walk on by the liquor store supreme
Mr. America try to hide the product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
Th
I'm so young and curvy at the hips You can't wait to kiss my rosy lips Hold me in between your finger tips But It's you that I've got in my grip
Ray Collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Roy Estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot Ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)
Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reach
Put You On The Game Lyrics
Verse 1] First things first (aftermath), the chronic is back This is indo produced by timbo Game ova, naw the nwa chain chok
edVerse 1] First things first (aftermath), the chronic is back This is indo produced by timbo Game ova, naw the nwa chain chok
Mr. America try to hide the emptiness that's you inside
But once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of HUNGRY FREAKS DADDY!
They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those
Dancing Cowboys Lyrics
We like boots and saddles We love girls and guitars We let romance and passion turn our heads and rule our homes Old bandanas and blue jeans<
ho aren't afraid to say what's on their mindsWe like boots and saddles We love girls and guitars We let romance and passion turn our heads and rule our homes Old bandanas and blue jeans<
The left behinds of the great society
HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!
Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. America, walk on by the liquor store supreme
Mr. America try to hide the product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
Th
Black Waters Lyrics
Somber is my mind, now that Misfortunehas faced my kind; Weary glazed stare, Beneath the Pitch-black hair. On my cheeks, once so live, Adorn
day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes, and then you cried,
"Those HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!"
They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society
Somber is my mind, now that Misfortunehas faced my kind; Weary glazed stare, Beneath the Pitch-black hair. On my cheeks, once so live, Adorn
day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes, and then you cried,
"Those HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!"
They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society