Lyrics:
syph 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
syph 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
syph 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
to a frank talker
Might as well get your face altered you not legit
You tellers claiming you bank robbers
Might as well go to the bank offering fake dollars
can't relate to a frank talker
Might as well get your face altered you're not legit
You tellers claiming you bank robbers
Might as well go to the bank
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
want to say hello, but I can't want to say hello
My heartbeat's at its peak, when you're coming up to speak
Well I'm so tense and never tenser
Well I'll
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone,
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass,
California, we wouldn't work at all!
JCB: Ah that's -- true . . . Well, we're not working n-now anyway! We worked one gig this month, Frank! What's wrong with
This is the season.
My name's Wednesday.
My partner's Frank Jones.
The Chief's name is Captain Kellogg.
December the 24th, Christmas Eve.
They
Well, that's our show!
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
What a band!
Till Brönner on the trumper
My god,
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)
Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Ed Mann
Well, I don't mean to be frank with you all
It's a natural fact
Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages now
Well you can't argue with that
are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my dick
B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D.
Ah yeah, that's me
I got franks and pork
Have you ever seen yourself on TV?
Well, I have
Have you ever been more famous than me?
Well, I have
Have you been stung by a bee?
Well, I have
show and tell
Health is wealth I look after my mental well
To be Frank there was a time
When I was drowning in an Ocean in my mind
I had to swim good
cracked open and you were there,
You were there dressed in green,
Saying something obscene.
But that's why I came here in the first place,
Oh well that
Well, are you ready, Ray? (yeah)
How about you, Frank?
Oh, I'm there, baby
How about you, Mikey?
Fucking ready
Well, I think I'm alright
One,
up, she's shaken up
It doesn't look like we'll be making up
Shadows crossed in the distant
I'm not really like these other guys
Your heart is mine, my
are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my dick
B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D.
Ah yeah, that's me
I got franks and pork
this material, I've been glancing over toward my left? well, I'll tell you the rea
Or that ladies and gentlemen. he is over there. he is over
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 gangster ways
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