| Lyrics: | Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)
Mike Keneally (guitar,
synthesizer, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Walt Fowler
(trumpet)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
Paul Carman (alto saxophone)
Albert Wing (tenor
saxophone)
Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman
(drums)
Eric Buxton (vocals)
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;
Un-wise --
You're
All-American,
And, darling, they said so
YOU'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM
ME,
WOULDN'T YOU, BABY?
YOU'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME,
WOULDN'T YOU,
BABY?
SINCE YOU HAVEN'T GOT A BRAIN,
LET ME JUST EXPLAIN:
ANY KIND OF PAIN
IS NEVER
A MAYBE
Her head's full of bubbles;
Her nose is petite!
She looks like she
never
Gets nothin' to eat!
She dines with actors,
'N Wall Street
characters:
Dull talk;
Nice clothes --
See her?
She blows --
She's so
important
'Cause he gets to do talk shows --
AND SHE'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM
ME,
WOULDN'T YOU, BOBBY?
SHE'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME,
WOULDN'T YOU,
BOBBY?
SINCE YOU HAVEN'T GOT A NAME,
LET ME JUST EXPLAIN:
ANY KIND OF PAIN
IS
PROBABLY HER HOBBY
She has moves up now;
She's come a long way --
They give
her bunches
Of words she can say!
When she's in a bold mood, |
