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Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung

I flip the switch on my laser video
And there's the man staring back at me
He starts
Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet
Hanging at the bar here every night
It's good to be back again, oh, me and my old friends
'Neath the neon cross
Frank zappa (lead guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Mike keneally (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Bobby martin
the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw

"...everybody plays this one right, everybody gets a fresh, hot latte and a scone..."

Oh what
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young

Half penny, two penny, gold Krugerrand
He was exceedingly rich for such a young man
Sad
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian
to stay in the garage all night

We're a garage band (oh, oh, oh)
We come from garageland (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Meanwhile things are hotting up in
Do you remember back in old L.A. (Wo-oh-oh)
When everybody drove a Chevrolet (Wo-oh-oh)
Whatever happened to the boy next door,
Suntanned,
again 

Break my connections 
When I shake me loose 
Give my old equipment to the band 
Let my friend the devil 
Pay the rest of my dues 
Take me
the time
I was paying my dues
Like an old blues singer

And I had no troubles then
But I had lots of friends
Friends they come and go
And sometimes
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Mike Keneally (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals
Living off the friends we made
Never ever getting paid
Kicking ass and paying dues
Lose our mind in self abuse

Loving ladies by the score
win
Then we turn back to our green beer and to MacNamara's Band
It's true friends with false perceptions that have cursed poor Ireland
True friends
Frank Zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark Volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals
Play some pool and listen to that
Tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin
When The Saints Go Marching In
By the whiskers on my
'neath that old southern sky
As we danced to the Star Spangled Waltz.

Then a face caught my eye as the dancers passed by
It was my sweetheart who left
want to stay in the garage all night

We're a garage band
We come from garageland

Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright
the one tonight

Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Spies, got telephones for eyes, come to you as
Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be
the one tonight

Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Spies, got telephones for eyes, come to you as
Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be
Do you remember back in old L.A. (Wo-oh-oh)
When everybody drove a Chevrolet (Wo-oh-oh)
Whatever happened to the boy next door,
Suntanned,
of the neighbours with the green amp
Think of what we could do with a four piece band"
But there was no doubt Dave was the star,
A connoisseur of the old twelve
The Tucker boys were friends of mine
They echoed through the lonely pines
Running down the road 
And the day the Caldwells died
Before the rugged cross we
Do you remember back in old L.A. (Wo-oh-oh)
When everybody drove a Chevrolet (Wo-oh-oh)
Whatever happened to the boy next door,
Suntanned,
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by

Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight