Lyrics:
(P.Diddy)
10 years
Yo the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never business
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Lowell George (guitar, vocals)
Roy Estrada (bass)
Don Preston (keyboards)
Buzz Gardner (trumpet)
Ian Underwood
(P.Diddy)
10 years
Yo the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never business
and getting by
And using grace as a way back home
Well can I be Frank
I pray to God that ain't what we Thank
Banking on Jesus sacrifice
Like Tim Duncan in
the backseat
But it ain’t no prank nigga
Do you understand what I mean, When I tell you to beat that shit that shit?
Well let me be frank nigga
I don’t wanna
Well, you can tell everybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello
Now, every boy and girl's
Gonna get their bang
'Cause Tiny
syph down in cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you
daddy's home baby
Aisha, what's going on?
Aisha, hmmm
What is this? Hmmm}
{Hello, hello!
Yeah Francis
Hello?
Francis, it's me Frank
Stop I'm
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
Frank zappa (vocals)
Ike willis (background vocals)
Ray white (background vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals)
Bobby martin (saxophone,
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Tom fowler
of the American salesmen.
Â?? Oh Frank? Listen, Frank. You know, I hate to say this about Brad. I mean we both know he's got a heck of a job. Ya, ya. Oh you're so
dont believe you really like Frank Sinatra.
Dear Robin
Youre always so happy, how the hell do you get your inspiration? Youre
like a dumb
ladies and gentlemen. I wouldn't do it if it weren't for him. You noticed, all through this material, I've been glancing over toward my left? Well, I'll
chink as they sink
Another jug of vodka mixed with an energy drink
But back in the olden days
We were cool
In Musso and Frank's
We ordered ice cream
right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim
know that I feel alright
In Hollywood hollywood
Well we're staying at Le Parc
Or the Tropicana hotel
Well we're playing after dark
And it's as hot
and they were both at home
(But I didn't say them though)
Well they the only friends I know
Girl you better
(Wait before you get all upset here's the truth)
drink coffee
He handled that well
Caffeine isn't good for you
That Frank-
Look, I'm aware this was just a formula picture
He's loyal
a lot-ta
I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast
old Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped silly
Okay... my sound drenches, each
down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked
kids in my spare time
Can you not tell time
It's been my season since wellSZND
Frank serving these plates I can't stop eating
While you steady taking
to ride on an open range
And learn how to fly a plane, but I guess
Even pictures we never take
Memories we'll never make still fade
I never did all I
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