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The pubs were closed
It was three o'clock
At the bottom of the street it seemed
There was a policeman lost in the fog

I understand but I don't see it
o'clock shadow he smelled of 3 day old beer
My man turned to me and said, "Why are you here?"
I said I'm charming I'm dashing I'm rental-car bashing
I'm
o'clock shadow he smelled of 3 day old beer
My man turned to me and said, "Why are you here?"
I said I'm charming I'm dashing I'm rental-car bashing
I'm
Three o'clock, thismorning, I woke up in a dream.
Thought I heard a flathead motor roar, I thought I smelled gasoline.
A feeling came upon me, that I
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine)
Steve vai (guitar, acoustic guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (vocals)
Bob harris (boy
me about it

Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
on the psychiatric couch,
He said, tell me about it.

Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast,
It was all over by quarter past.
I was down in
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
to niggaz
Now he can't say hi on the street, big boy

I knew Angie Martinez - 12 o'clock midnight nobody listened to her show
Now she want to rap

[Kool
Steamboat whistle blues
Oh Captain Way I'm sorry, my hat is off to you
You've been a-hanging out by the old cook stove
With the steamboat whistle blues
graves

One, two, then three and four
Grave by grave more and more
Commemoration of transmutation
Traces - of a lost generation

The shadows
don't serve coffee here
My signing on time is supposed to be ten past eleven
It's now twelve o'clock
And some of you smelly bastards need executing
bottles
By 12 o'clock we be poopin them models
Yeah for settle the club go crazy like uh uhh uhh baby
Okay bottle of Jose shorty she the portion her
a stripper

I'm in love again on them drugs again
Same club, same spot, same girls again
Girls comin? in and were poopin? them bottles
By 12 o'clock we be
day
Me, Steve, and Little Ray
Probably at first they tried to rob me
Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
Then came Scotty, fragile body
My
a big spliff.
Cops in the front yard,
Stirrin' up useless beef.
It's past 2 o'clock now.
Can't buy no brew.
Passed out on the couch,
Feeling button
out: "We're gonna have a ball!"
Steve grabbed the money and ran down the block
Came back and said, "Y'all, take a look at this rock!"
Jane was gettin
eyes close.

Five o'clock with lights off
Interview with a vampire
Sleep is for the living and not a utensil that I require
I swear I said, that
o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole block 
And what not, about, how men are spottin he said 
"This little homey gets bread like flossin 
You ain't Steve
feet is in deep peep my twist linguistics 
Loud like Steve Ripkith but most of y'all won't miss it 
To some it comes slower others much faster 
My
gun staples in your back 

Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack 



Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 3X) 



I get personal direct
been the past three years? It's just a mystery
If it ain't come from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to me
I'm a thousand leagues under the sea, niggas
three

My hairline's disappearing, and I never get ID'd

My clothes are out of fashion, no I'm not cool anymore

In the bed by ten o'clock each night,
the spot, main hang up, flirtin'
We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin'
All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay)
And I got all 3
walked past me (past me)
And your proud I looking flashy
Errrthings on your mind
Just ask me
I know my errrrelated stuff wasky (wabbit)
Carrots all in