Lyrics:
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
like Bob Bradley formations
I got an ill Tom Penn, Shouts to both Larry's
a Rich can I live
all alone it gets colder
so we shoulder to shoulder
Pre
Man of the people, Mr Cummings
Well, I've been trying to read your mind
I sense you've got a plan for me
And my particular talents
Pierre Bourdieu -
a'chasing that old alligator
That lives in the brown water beneath the Suwannee Cove
He'll grab you by the ankle and pull you down under
It'll happen real
Every stone a story, like a rosary
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Man In the Long Black Coat
Bob Dylan
happy like Bob Marley
I took seven months off from writing
So if I'm sounding rusty then trust me I'm feeling frightened
Dip my toes in the water I'm
[skit plays for first minute or so of track]
[Ghostface Killah]
Congratulations, we have refreshments and glass bracelets
Avian water's ya
and I'm okay with just getting by
Through weather hot or cold, we still hold the torch light
So full or empty we'll be satisfied write?
cnd we'll be
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
that then the next step
is to learn how to pierce stone
Well you might as well start practicing now
Do you Do you Do you Do you
Do you
It's many years ago, they say
Since I began to run this way
And as no water can be found
By digging deep into the ground
To Mundesley I'm a gift
the way to attic
Well we be smokin Tical
The reservoir is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin
You don't know me or my style
We hold court
Originally performed by Bob Dylan
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five
[skit plays for first minute or so of track]
[Ghostface Killah]
Congratulations, we have refreshments and glass bracelets
Avian water's ya choice,
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
These niggas need Lord
Wanna fuck, hit transfer and slide in her throat
These niggas faking but already gave up
Got the Lord by my side so it's hard
the bitches you can have 'cause they too plastic
Well oh shit, uh
Where'd you learn to flow like this?
I guess it finally came to me motor-boating her tits
I
and gaped
When she explained, "I was raped"
And then informed me that her water broke
It was tragic and sad
And yet it probably had
To be the world's most
asking if it's real? Well
It's hard to know
But it probably is, would I lie to you?
After all we're cousins, I've decided
Ooh, you want a statue? I got
Well, I'm a guitar picker
And a liquor licker
Always on the run
And I drive from town to town
I'll never be around
For too long
I stranded here
dues
Take your Johnson, your Mercury or your Evinrude and fire it up
Meet us out at party cove
Come on in the waters fine
Just idle on over, and toss
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