Lyrics:
Frank Zappa (guitar)
Lowell George (guitar)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Don Preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz Gardner (trumpet)
Ian Underwood
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Lowell George (guitar, vocals)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Don Preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz Gardner
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian
a bad machine
Black velveteen
Supple and plain
The 21st century dream
Nice piece of kit
Electronic clit
Just sit down for a fit
Ready
to acetonic
Water pump, water pump, to onto hydrolics
Moonlight, candle light, onto electronics
Instinct to knowledge, classroom to college
Oh, all of These
to Hell sMDH, OMG, no, LOL
Have you forgotten? Latinos and Blacks
Pickin' electronic cotton, no Stax
162 percent is depression inside a recession
Spend
woods
Electronic combat konami sign contract
Chinese char killing cucarachas on contact
Chicago spread an aficionado
Efficient spitting bridging
Electronic actors and astromagnetic
Corrupted files from galactical planets
Writing interplanet code
Thoughts get transported
From neanderthal
Electronic eye vision, astromagnetic
Corrupted files from galactical planets
Write a new genetic code
Thoughts get transported
From neanderthal
And even in the roaring traffic's rude rhythms,
Overlapped the electronic chains;
City birds chirp communications.
Oh Yes, Yes
And the love flows
I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime, your Panasonic
Ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
Pras, take
I fucked this flow
This is my electronic press kit, hot as some fresh shit
Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it
I text message,
shrugging off
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words
Picking apples
side of rotten,
Picking electronic cotton diggin' digital ditches,
Lookout, lookout for the crash crash crash
Have you forgotten, have your
spread about me, no point in respondin'
I realized that some stars live way above the comets
Million dollar deals on my iPhone, signature electronic
high-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics
The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana
Tommy gun
Ray collins (tambourine, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk gardner (tenor
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar, lead vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar, lead vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guiro, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian
Frank zappa (guitar)
Lowell george (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz gardner (trumpet)
Ian
curse
Gold rushed tongues by dreams too loose
Sporting electronic nooses
Hoeing humanity love takes over lust
Despite the damage to destiny
You can't
shrugging off
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong wit h me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words
Picking
trying to rap nowadays
When I start spitting I ball cause it’s inner me
Remember taking trips in the Infinity
Looking for gold, electronics, or Benjamin’s
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