Instrumental
Mark Volman (vocals) Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (percussion) Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar
FZ: Strings do the ornaments of the [frame in right . . .]
Frank Zappa (drums) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) (Instrumental)
Get on your feet an' do the funky Alfonzo! Father Vivian O'Blivion Resplendent in his frock Was whipping up the batter For the pancakes of his flock
Deranged Fan: RIGHT NOW! FZ: Good evening, ladies & gentlemen, welcome to The Mothers Of Invention Extravaganza for Sydney, Australia, 1976. And tonight
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Eddie Jobson (keyboards, violin, vocals) Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals) Terry Bozzio
Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, snorks) Buzz Gardner (
You are the girl Somebody invented In a grim little office On madison ave. They were specific They made you terrific: Red lips; Blue eyes; Blonde hair
Elvis has just left the building -- Those are his footprints, right there Elvis has just left the building -- To climb up that heavenly stair He gave
Oh While I was down in W.D.C. Certain folks were not glad to see me I just tried to get out the vote But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em a note
The surgeon general, doctor koop S'posed to give you all the poop But when he's with p.m.r.c. The poop he's scoopin' Amazes me C-span showed him, all
I used to have a job An' I was doin' very well Depression came along An' everybody start to yell 'where'd they go, them good ol' days, 'an all that crap
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ike willis (guitar, vocals) Mike keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals) Ed mann (percussion
Rico! Youngblood! Wake up Prohibition is over, but the country's still a mess They need us out there, we've got some cleaning up to do Especially when
On the plane of the baritone women They talk low 'bout stuff they know, They sing 'oooh!' And laugh at you Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! If you can't If you can't
Jezebel boy! You know all the guys In the sheriff's patrol They leave you alone When they round up the whores Up on hollywood boulebard Sometimes that