FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
"The Dead Girls Of London Lyrics"
Unexplained Lyrics
Chorus: When a mothafucka steps out his place N' gets slapped in his mothafuckin' face Just because the mothafucka tried to base The G.O.D., the G.O.
Chorus: When a mothafucka steps out his place N' gets slapped in his mothafuckin' face Just because the mothafucka tried to base The G.O.D., the G.O.
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ray White (guitar, vocals)
Steve Vai (guitar)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Do you see what they are
Do you hear what they say
People it is sad but true
They're
90's Nomad Lyrics
1-2-3 it's been going great guns this fiscal year but I still haven't made it anywhere i go I see your face and I hear your name all over the place, how
dressed really stupid1-2-3 it's been going great guns this fiscal year but I still haven't made it anywhere i go I see your face and I hear your name all over the place, how
But they think they're O.K.
And they got no use for you
The dead girls of London
Why do they act that way?
Maybe it's the water, mama
Maybe it's the tea
Maybe it's the way they was raised
Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers
Keeps them lookin' sorta half in a daze
Well the dead girls
Body Talk Lyrics
So stack it up and let me show you how to set it straight This lovely dove on the line it's time to make or break Floors and jaws and doors is what it's all about Give me
of LondonSo stack it up and let me show you how to set it straight This lovely dove on the line it's time to make or break Floors and jaws and doors is what it's all about Give me
Why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of London
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
You see 'em dancing at the disco every night
Like a bunch of little robot queens
Making little noises full of fake delight
But they're really just so full of beans
The dead girls of London
Why do they act that way?
We're the dead girls of London
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind
Boutique frame of mind
Gee I like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee I like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee I like your pants