Frank zappa (vocals) Lowell george (guitar) Roy estrada (bass) Don preston (keyboards, electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (alto saxophone
the way you lied And all the corny tricks you tried Will not forestall the rising tide of hungry freaks daddy! They won't go on four no more Great mid
Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers) Jimmy carl black (drums) Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano
Suzy creamcheese? Yes This is the voice of your conscience baby, uh I just want to Check one thing out with you, do you mind dear? What? Suzy creamcheese
Vertaling: Zappa, Frank. Underground Freak-out Musiek.
Anyway the wind blows Is-a fine with me Anyway the wind blows It don't matter to me 'Cause I'm thru with-a fussin' And-a fightin' with-a you I went out
(Zappa/Collins) A year ago today Was when you went away But now you come back knockin' on my door And you say you're back to stay, But I say . . .
like to be a policeman Hey, you know what? You know maybe if I practice, you know Maybe if I pass my driving test I could get a gig drivin' that bus that pick the freaks up In front of Ben Frank
When I won your love I was very glad Every happiness in the world Belonged to me Then our love was lost And you went away Now I shed my tears In lonely
emptiness that's you inside When once you find that the way you lied And all the corny tricks you tried Will not forestall the rising tide of Hungry freaks
Ain't got no heart I ain't got no heart to give away I sit and laugh at fools in love There ain't no such thing as love No angels singing up above today
It can't happen here It can't happen here I'm telling you, my dear That it can't happen here Because I been checkin' it out, baby I checked it out a
Yeah! Got no place to go (I'm tired of walking Up and down the street all by myself) No love left for me to give (I tried and tried But no one wants
Motherly love Motherly love Forget about The brotherly and other-ly love Motherly love Is just the thing for you You know your Mothers' gonna love ya
FZ: Suzy? Suzy: Yes FZ: Suzy Creamcheese? Suzy: Yes FZ: This is the voice of your conscience baby, uh . . . I just want to check one thing out with ya
Well I'm about to get sick From watchin' my TV Been checkin' out the news Until my eyeballs fail to see I mean to say that every day Is just another
What will you do if we let you go home, And the plastic's all melted, And so is the chrome? WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE? What will you do when the label
