| Lyrics: | Frank Zappa (lead guitar)
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray White (guitar, lead
vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan Zavod (keyboards)
Scott Thunes
(bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be
respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. Now in his infinate respondable party personage
as de Evil Prince and through de magik o stage-kraft of course, wes about to see what gwine on in
his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! Now check it on out now
Somewhere, over there, I can tell,
I guess so
Theres the voice of
A
potato-headed whatchamacallit
Whoo, do tell!
Who does not wish me well!
His clothes are
quite stupid,
And also his shoes!
Ain't no bussiness like show business
He's got a big
ol duck-mouth!
Who knows how he chews!
He thinks he knows something
About THE
GREAT PLAN!
How ULTIMATE BLANDNESS
Must RULE and COMMAND
He knows not a
drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the reason for doing
This criminal shit
And
then, if he did,
Would it matter a bit?
Not at all!
Because IT IS WRIT:
Our
BEIGE-BLANDISH GOD
Tends to CERTIFY IT:
Only the boring and bland shall
survive!
Only the lamest of lameness will thrive!
Take it or leave it, you wont be
alive,
If you are overtly CREATIVE!
Fairies and faggots and queers
are
CREATIVE
All the best music on Broadway is
NATIVE
Who will step
forward
And end all this trouble?
For beige-blandish citizens,
Clutching the
rubble
Of vanishing dreams
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of CREATIVE
confusement!
Soon, my brave Zombies,
Youll m |
