Lyrics:
the wheel, babe
Give me the wheel
I got so much left to say
I wanna bake you cake
Maybe we'll listen to Frank
Baby, come home
Show you the deal
Show
don turn patient
My doctor said "I need your loving oh" (well-well, well-well)
And to be frank like Sinatra
Girl, you fly me to moon (girl, you fly
find a, bet you'll never find a better man.
Making my love
Like a shining star
Taking my love just a touch too far.
Peter met Frank
Formed
talking drip well to be Frank I am the Ocean
But call me Oshun I walk on water I ain't coasting
I meditate just to keep my mind open
So when they on they
Now we're gonna play a song now
Uh This song is from an album called One Size
Fit's All well I'm surprised you people
Have heard of it didn't sell
Jesse James and Frank James,
Billy the Kid and all the rest,
Supposed to be some bad cats
Out in the West.
But when they dug me,
And my
fix
Any problem
I move quick
In to deep I'm like god with the pool stick
Think about her
I'm just being frank and
If you don't like that well then eat
Jesse in his grave
Well it was on Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And the people they did say
For many
And that's the reason why
We absolutely never
Never say die!
Right, well, I'd better dash now
Honestly, Frank
You and Mrs T?
Well it's a jolly good thing
da wave call me ocean
Frank did makes millions but well you know this story
I'm nick fury wit da business euphoria
If you get the glory of
Ima be
rappers put their soul on Ebay
Then expect excellence knowing
Their effortless
I don't have a preference, I dislike all
Say you run the globe? Well
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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian
Frank zappa (vocals, guitar)
Lowell george (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (bass, vocals)
Bunk gardner (woodwinds)
Ian underwood (keyboards,
go, just chop a spit and take a soul
In love with Ben Frank, he know me too well, that's a go
Walk around with knock, who got a problem, who won't smoke
through customs, they
Always look back at me and
They say, "Come on, Frank
Tell us the truth what are you really
ON? I mean, you can't possibly expect us
I spent a lot of nice evenings listening to your music
And I just wonder, I said I wonder who Frank listens to?
Well I play Jerry Vale and some
well like to be frank
My delinquency on scale would be mild
So I realized um I stressed her out
Maybe I want freedom cuz I promise that it's less about
Knowin' someday it would be the Garden and the championship for me or him
And Coop if no one in this town is man enough to back you when Frank Miller comes
should have stuck around 'cause
There goes Ross and Frank again
They're holding hands
They're asking where ya been
Like I know
Where ya been
Hey
They say they like it, now, but in the market it
May not go well as it's too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like
Frank Zappa
Jesse James and Frank James
Billy Kid, all the rest
Supposed to be some bad cats
Out in the West
But when they dug me
And my gangster ways
They
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were
come on, jump
Man, stop moshin' Marshall, oh my God, ya
Doin' the cha-cha and the Cucaracha with a quadra
Plegic, boogyin' down to Frank Sinatra
tonight
It's in neon lights an' global rights
Frank? He's on the phone
There ain't no German girl outside
But who cares when its warm inside?
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