| Lyrics: | (ZappaMariano)
[includes a quote from the 3rd Movement "Marche Funebre" of the Sonata No. 2 in B
Flat minor (Chopin)]
[Ike Willis voice
Chad Wackerman drums
FZ
synclavier]
Yo cats, yo yo
Yo chooch, way to go
You is dead, but you don't
know
Yo let's carve, hey where's them blow?
Get your fiddle, get your bow
Play some
footballs on your hole
Watch your watch, play a little flat
Make the session go overtime,
that's where it's at
Hey, saxophone, clarinet
How many doubles can you get
Special
rules providin' the way
To help you maximize your pay
Your girl, Arlyn's, what's the
diff
What's the service that you're with
So long as you can suck them butt
On the
contractor who calls you up
Your career could take a thud
Unless you kneel and scarf
his pud
And when the dates come rolling in
You can wipe your lips and flash a grin
That
tells them all at the jingle date
That you enjoyed what you just ate
Yum yum, dog
food
Haemorrhoid cream but the bread's so good
New RV and a leisure suit
Hey, I play
shit but I love that loot
Thank the union, it's so great
Only a few get to be on the
date
Those other schmucks with electric guitars
Got to play for poot in the "B" scale
bars
You have made it, you are cool
You have been to the Berklee School
You give
clinics on the side
Music has died and no one cried
Yo cats, Yo yo
Yo chooch way to
go
You is dead
Hey! Have a nice one, guy! |
