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Frank Zappa lyrics

Album: We're only in it for the Money [1968]

Tracks13
 01  Who Needs The Peace Corps?
 02  Concentration Moon
 03  Mom & Dad
 04  Bow Tie Daddy
 05  Harry, You're A Beast
 06  Absolutely Free
 07  Flower Punk
 08  Nasal Retentive Calliope Music
 09  Let's Make The Water Turn Black
 10  The Idiot Bastard Son
 11  It's His Voice On The Radio
 12  Take Your Clothes Off When You
 13  What's The Ugliest Part Of Your
all Frank Zappa lyrics



Who Needs The Peace Corps?
What's there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think I'll just DROP OUT
I'll go to Frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On Owsley's floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy & I'm trippy
I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week & get the crabs &
Take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me
'Cause I'm stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCOback to top
Concentration Moon
Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wis I was back in the alley
With all of my friends,
Still running free:
Hair growing out
Every hole in me
AMERICAN WAY
How did it start?
Thousands of creeps
Killed in the park
AMERICAN WAY
Try and explain
Scab of a nation
Driven insane
Don't cry
Gotta go bye bye
SUDDENLY: DIE DIE
COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow
Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends,
Still running free:
Hair growing out
Every hole in me
AMERICAN WAY
Threatened by US
Drag a few creeps
Away in a bus
AMERICAN WAY
Prisoner: lock
SMASH EVERY CREEP
IN THE FACE WITH A ROCK
Don't cry
Gotta go bye bye
SUDDENLY: DIE DIE
COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow powback to top
Mom & Dad
Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls & boys
You'll sit home & drink all night
They looked too weird... it served
them right
Ever take a minute just to show a real
emotion
In between the moisture cream & velvet
facial lotion?
Ever tell your kids you're glad that
they can think?
Ever say you loved 'em? Ever let 'em
watch you drink?
Ever wonder why your daughter looked
so sad?
It's such a drag to have to love a plastic
Mom & Dad
Mama! Mama!
Your child was killed in the park today
Shot by the cops as she quietly lay
By the side of the creeps she knew...
They killed her too.back to top
Bow Tie Daddy
Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top
Everything's under control
Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top
'Cause you think you're gettin' too old
Don't try to do no thinkin'
Just go on with your drinkin'
Just have your fun, you old son of a gun
Then drive home in your Lincolnback to top
Harry, You're A Beast
I'm gonna tell you the way it is
And I'm not gonna be kind or easy
Your whole attitude stinks, I say
And the life you lead is completely empty
You paint your head
Your mind is dead
You don't even know what I just said
THAT'S YOU: AMERICAN
WOMANHOOD!
You're phony on top
Phony underneath
You lay in bed & grit your teeth
MADGE, I WANT YOUR BODY!
HARRY, GET BACK!
MADGE, IT'S NOT MERELY
PHYSICAL!
HARRY, YOU'RE A BEAST!
censored censored censored
censored censored censored
MADGE... I COULDN'T HELP IT
.../... DOGGONE IT!back to top
Absolutely Free
Discorporate & come with me
Shifting; drifting
Cloudless; starless
VELVET VALLEYS & A SAPPHIRE
SEA: Wah Wah
Unbind your mind
There is no time
To lick your stamps
And paste them in
DISCORPORATE
And we will begin... WAH WAH!
Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen
On comet & cupid on donner & blitzen
On up & away & afar & a go-go
Escape from the weight of your corporate
logo!
UNBIND YOU MIND
THERE IS NO TIME
Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g
TO LICK YOUR STAMPS
AND PASTE THEM IN
DISCORPORATE
AND WE'LL BEGIN
FREEDOM! FREEDOM!
KINDLY LOVING!
YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE
ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE
Dreaming on cushions of velvet & satin
To music by magic by people that happen
To enter the world of a strange purple
Jello
The dreams as they live them are all
mellow yellow
UNBIND YOU MIND
THERE IS NO TIME
Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g
TO LICK YOUR STAMPS
AND PASTE THEM IN
DISCORPORATE
AND WE'LL BEGIN
FREEDOM! FREEDOM!
KINDLY LOVING!
YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE
ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BEback to top
Flower Punk
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
flower in your hand?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
flower in your hand?
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a
psychedelic band.
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a
psychedelic band.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
button on your shirt?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
button on your shirt?
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play
my bongos in the dirt.
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play
my bongos in the dirt.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
hair on your head?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
hair on your head?
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action,
then I'm goin' home to bed.
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action,
then I'm goin' home to bed.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those
beads around your neck?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those
beads around your neck?
I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me
be a nervous wreck...
(Just at this moment, the 2700
microgram dose of STP ingested by
FLOWER PUNK shortly before the
song began TAKES EFFECT: before
your very ears his head blows up...
leaving a bizarre audial residue all over
your teen-age record player!)back to top
Nasal Retentive Calliope Music
(an instrumental overture to a series of
songs about people with strange personal
habits... many of which happen to be
my dearest friends.)back to top
Let's Make The Water Turn Black
Now believe me when I tell you that my
song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people from a long
time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn't
know
Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went
to work
Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber'dino
squares
And I still remember Mama with her
apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe!
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through
the day
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his
poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON
DISPLAY!
Ronnie saves his numies on a window in
his room
(A marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While Kenny & his buddies had a game
out in the back:
LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN
BLACK
We see them after school in a world of
their own
(To some it might seem creepy what
they do...)
The neighbors on the right sat & watched
them every night
(I bet you'd do the same if they was you)
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through
the day
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his
poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON
DISPLAY!
Ronnie's in the Army now & Kenny's
taking pills
Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber
burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing,
dynamite machine!
(Wait till the fire turns green... wait till
the fire turns green)
WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN!back to top
The Idiot Bastard Son
The idiot bastard son
(THE FATHER'S A NAZI
IN CONGRESS TODAY
THE MOTHER'S A HOOKER
SOMEWHERE IN L.A.)
The idiot bastard son
(ABANDONED TO PERISH
IN BACK OF A CAR
KENNY WILL STASH HIM AWAY
IN A JAR)
THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he
would spend at the church he'd attend...
warming his pew)
Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch
THE CHILD WILL THRIVE & GROW
And enter the world
Of liars & cheaters & people like you
Who smile & think you know
What this is about
(YOU THINK YOU KNOW
EVERYTHING... maybe so)
The song we sing, DO YOU KNOW?
We're listening...
THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he
would spend all the colors he'd blend...
where are they now?)back to top
It's His Voice On The Radio
You're a lonely little girl
But your Mommy & your Daddy don't
care
You're a lonely little girl
The things they say
Just hurt your heart
It's too late now
For them to start
To understand
The way you feel
The world for them
Is too unreal
So you're lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely little girlback to top
Take Your Clothes Off When You
DANCE

There will come a time when everybody
Who is lonely will be free...
TO SING & DANCE & LOVE
There will come a time when every evil
That we know will be an evil...
THAT WE CAN RISE ABOVE
Who cares if hair is long or short
or sprayed or partly grayed...
WE KNOW THAT HAIR AIN'T
WHERE IT'S AT
(there will come a time when you won't
even be ashamed if you are fat!)
WAH WAH-WAH WAH
There will come a time when everybody
Who is lonely will be free...
TO SING & DANCE & LOVE (dance
and love)
There will come a time when every evil
that we know will be an evil...
THAT WE CAN RISE ABOVE (rise
above)
Who cares if you're so poor you can't
afford
To buy a pair of Mod A Go-Go
stretch-elastic pants...
THERE WILL COME A TIME
WHEN YOU CAN EVEN
TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF WHEN
YOU DANCEback to top
What's The Ugliest Part Of Your
BODY (reprise)

What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
Some say your nose
Some say your toes
But I think it's your MIND...
I think it's your mind
(fade our babbling inanities)


MOTHER PEOPLE

We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you...
Do you think that I'm crazy?
Out of my mind?
Do you think that I creep in the night
And sleep in a phone booth?
Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan
Lemme take a minute & tell who I am
If it doesn't show
Think you better know
I'm another person
Do you think that my pants are too tight
Do you think that I'm creepy?
Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan
Lemme take a minute & tell who I am
If it doesn't show
Think you better know
I'm another person (the verse that really
goes here has been censored out &
recorded backwards in a special section
at the end of side one...)
We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you
We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you
Do you think that I love you...
Stupid & blind?
Do you think that I dream through the
night
Of holding you near me?


ON WE'RE ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY:

THE CHROME PLATED MEGAPHONE OF
DESTINY
instructions for the use of this material...
READ CAREFULLY:
1. If you have already worked your way
through "IN THE PENAL
COLONY" by Franz Kafka, skip
instructions #2, #3, #4.
2. Everybody else: go dig up a book of
short stories & read "IN THE PENAL
COLONY"
3. DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS PIECE
UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE
STORY
4. After you have read the story, put the
book away & turn on the record player
... it is now safe to listen (DO NOT
READ & LISTEN AT THE SAME
TIME).
5. As you listen, think of the
concentration camps in California
constructed during world war II to
house potentially dangerous oriental
citizens... the same camps which
many say are now being readied for use
as part of the FINAL SOLUTION to
the NON-CONFORMIST (hippy?)
PROBLEM today. You might allow
yourself (regardless of the length of
you hair or how you feel about greedy
wars & paid assasins) to imagine
YOU ARE A GUEST AT CAMP
REAGAN. You might imagine you
have been invited to try out a
wonderful new RECREATIONAL
DEVICE (designed by the Human
Factors Engineering Lab as a method
of relieving tension & pent-up
hostilities among the members of the
CAMP STAFF... a thankless job
which gives little or no ego gratification
... even for the chief warden).
6. At the end of the piece, the name of
YOUR CRIME will be carved on your
back.

TECHNICAL NOTES & INTERESTING
EXTRA STUFF

THE MOTHERS:
FRANK ZAPPA: Guitar, piano, lead
vocals, weirdness & editing
BILLY MUNDI: Drums, vocal, yak & black lace
underwear
BUNK GARDNER: All woodwinds, mumbled
weirdness
ROY ESTRADA: Electric bass, vocals, asthma
DON PRESTON: retired
JIMMY CARL BLACK: Indian of the group,
drums, trumpet, vocals
IAN UNDERWOOD: Piano, woodwinds,
wholesome
EUCLID JAMES MOTORHEAD SHERWOOD:
(visible on back cover) Road Manager, soprano
& baritone saxophone, all purpose weirdness
& TEEN APPEAL (we need it desperately)
SUZY CREAMCHEESE: Telephone
DICK BARBER: SNORKS

ALSO:
GARY KELLGREN, engineer for two months of
basic sessions at MAYFAIR STUDIOS is the
one doing all the creepy whispering.
DICK KUNC (unfortunately invisible), record &
re-mix engineer for the final month of
recording at APOSTOLIC STUDIOS is the one
responsible for the cheerful interruptions.
ERIC CLAPTON (noted philosopher & guitarist
with THE CREAM) has graciously consented to
speak to you in several critical areas.
SPIDER (from a group that hasn't destroyed
you minds yet...) is the one who wants you
to turn your radio around.

NOTE:
All the music heard on this album was
composed, arranged & scientifically mutilated
by Frank Zappa (with the exception of a little
bit of surf music). None of the sounds are
generated electronically... they are all the
product of electronically altering the sounds of
NORMAL instruments. The orchestral seg-
ments were conducted by SID SHARPE under
the supervision of the composer.
"THE PRESENT DAY COMPOSER REFUSES
TO DIE!" Edgar Varese, July 1921

ALL LYRICS (c)1968 FRANK ZAPPA MUSIC,
BMI.

ON LUMPY GRAVY;

THE
ABNUCEALS
EMUUKHA
ELECTRIC
SYMPHONY
ORCHESTRA
& CHORUS

MAGNIFICENTLY ENGINEERED BY:
JOE, REX, PETE, JIM, BOB & GARY & DICK
Recorded in February 1967
1984 REMIX BY BOB STONE



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