| Lyrics: | (M.O.I.)
[London
Probably November 29, 1970]
Howard: This fucking guy is flipped
out, man! I'll be locked up!
?: Who, me . . . ?
Yeah, you too!
?: It was anti-semitic of
me to bring it up
?: Why, you don't like Jews, man?
?: Let me make it perfectly clear, [...]
I don't mind that you are Jew, stay out . . . Take your Bar Mitzvah man, and shove it
?: I never
had a Bar Mitzvah
?: You ever had a Yamulka, man?
?: No, I wore one once, though . .
.
?: I knew it
?: What's wrong? You don't like 'em, man? That was [...] my cowboy hat . .
.
?: [...] Just keep it out of my way, man, I don't wanna see that Yamulka on stage ever . .
.
?: Uh . . . well, I don't know, man, that'd be sorta neat, not in this group of course, but
tomorrow
?: Alright, alright . . .
?: Howard Kaylan World!
?: The Yamulka
FZ: Ha ha
ha!
: Dear Frank, thanks for paying a hundred twenty three dollars for my meal in Amsterdam,
which I hated!
?: I mean it, man
?: I really enjoy playing in your little own
ensemble
?: For a day or so
?: Thanks for bringing a little slice of sunshine into my
life
?: Thanks for showing me how sh . . . shitty the music business could really be, I thought
I knew
?: Thanks for make [...] worst bass player in the world
?: After six months with the
Mothers I figured I've lost everything I've ever had |
