Frank Zappa Album

This here song might offend you some.
If it does, it's because you're dumb.
That's the way it is where I come from.
If you been there too, let me see your thumb.

Let me see your thumb. (16x)

Show me your thumb if your really dumb.
Show me your thumb if your really dumb.
Show me your thumb if your really dumb.
Show me your thumb if your dumb.

Hey now, better make a decision.
Be a moron, and keep your position.
You oughta know now, all your education,
won't help you no-how.

You're gonna wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.

Pumpin' the gas every night.
Pumpin' the gas every night.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.

Pumpin' the gas every night.
Pumpin' the gas every night.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.

Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station

Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.

Terry Bozzio (drums, background vocals)
Davey Moire (vocals)
Andre Lewis (organ, vocals)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Dave Parlato (bass)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals)
Ruth Underwood (synthesizer, marimba)
Donnie Vliet (harmonica)
Louanne Neil (harp)
Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals)
Sharkie Barker (background vocals)

(Instrumental)

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumblin
Piss they clothes
Scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window-hole
Hundred yards away
That all they ever get to know
'bout the regular life in the day
'bout the regular life in the day

Slime and rot and rats and snuck
Vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldier men
Holdin' spears by the iron door
Stinks so bad, stones are chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the den where
The giant fire puffer woiks
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops, torture
The torture never stops
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig
In a tumbers right near there
In the chambers right near there
He eats de snouts an trotters first!
The loins and the groins are then dispersed
His carvin style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed (4x)
And disagree it, well no one durst
He the best of cause of all the woist
Best of cause of all the woist

He stinks so bad his stones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the room with the iron maiden
And the torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In dungeon of despair
Who are'll those people
That is shut away down there
Are they crazy
Are they sainted
Are they heroes someone painted
Someone painted
Are they -isms
Later ornated
Once they come they have been tainted
Once they come they have been tainted
Never been explained
Since at first it was created
But a dungeon and his kin'
Require naught but lockin' in
Of any anything thats been
Could be a her but it's probly a him
Could be a her but it's probly a him
Its what's the deal were dealin' in
Its what's the deal were dealin' in
An he stinks so bad it's hurt
To the pearl and the piles of blast
Any dungeon have a trailer
Were the torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Torture never stops, torture
Torture never stops
Torture never stops, talkin' to you
Torture never stops

I got a girl with a little rubber head
Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
She never talk back like a lady might do
An' she looks like she loves it every time I get through

And her name is P-I-N-K-Y
P-I-N, no lie
K-Y, me-oh-my
She's $69.95 - give her a try

P-I-N-K-Y
P-I-N I cry
K-Y don't be shy
$69.95, boy - give her a try

Her eyes is all shut in an ecstasy face
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place
Throw the little switch on her battery pack
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back

And her name is P-I-N-K-Y
P-I-N, I cry
K-Y, don't be shy
$69.95, boy - give her a try

I got a girl with a little rubber head
Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
She never talk back like a lady might do
An' she looks like she loves it every time I get through

Her eyes is all shut in an ecstasy face
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place
Throw the little switch on her battery pack
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back

Find her finer, sneak up behind her
Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
Find her blinder, see who designed her
Act like a dummy till you finally grind her

If you should see a girl on the street
Now maybe you might think she is sweet
But if you wanna tickle her treat
Now really, what should you do?
(Rat-tat-tat-tat ta-da!)

Don't never let her know you are smart
The universe is no place to start
You gotta play it straight from the heart
She gwine renunciate you
(That's why you gotta . . . )

Find her finer, sneak up behind her
Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
Find her blinder, see who designed her
Act like a dummy till you finally grind her

Now maybe you might think this is crude
And maybe you might think I am rude
And maybe this approach I have spewed
Is not the one for you
(Rat-tat-tat-tat ta-da!)

But believe me later on you'll find
As you impress her with your mind
That you would just be left behind
For a wiser fool
(So you might as well)

Find her finer, sneak up behind her
Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
Find her blinder, see who designed her
Act like a dummy till you finally grind her

Find her finer, sneak up behind her
Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
Find her blinder, see who designed her
Act like a dummy till you finally grind her

Find her finer, sneak up behind her
Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
Find her blinder, see who designed her
Act like a dummy till you finally grind her

Find her finer, sneak up behind her
Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
Find her blinder, see who designed her
Act like a dummy till you finally grind her

Find her finer, sneak up behind her
Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
Find her blinder, see who designed her
Act like a dummy till you finally grind her

[No lyrics]

L.a. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought me some wine
Oh, I drank it down under the table
I said: watch me now,
I'm gonna eat the label
Well I'm a wino man,
Don't you know I am?

36 - 24, hips about 30
I seen a fine lady
And I started talkin' dirty
Boy, she looked over at me
And she raised her thumb
She said: jam down the road
You bum, bum, bum, bum
I'm a wino man,
Don't you know I am?

I went to the country,
And while I was gone
I lost control of my body functions
On the road ahead at the ladies front lawn
I'm so ashamed,
But I'm a wino man
I can't help myself
I've been drinkin' all night
Till my eyes got red
Stumbled on the gutter
And busted my head
Bugs in my zoot suit,
Been scratchin' like a dog
I can't stand no water,
And I stink like a hog
Give me a five dollar bill,
And an overcoat too
Give me a five dollar bill,
And an overcoat too
A five dollar bill and an overcoat too
A five dollar bill and a floor shine shoe

Terry Bozzio (drums, background vocals)
Davey Moire (vocals)
Andre Lewis (organ, vocals)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Dave Parlato (bass)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals)
Ruth Underwood (synthesizer, marimba)
Donnie Vliet (harmonica)
Louanne Neil (harp)
Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals)
Sharkie Barker (background vocals)

(Instrumental)

Disco Boy
Run to the toilet
And you comb your hair

Disco Boy
Pucker yer lip
And check yer shoulders
Cause some dandruff might be
Hidin' there

Disco Boy,
You're the disco king
Aw, the disco theme
Made you think
Someday
That you
Just might go somewhere

Disco Girl
You're outta sight
You need a Disco Boy
To treat you right
He'll do a little dance
Take you home tonight
Leave his hair alone
But you can kiss his comb

Disco Boy
Run to the toilet boy
And comb your hair

Disco Boy
Shake it more than three times 'n yer playin' with it
RRRREEEEHHHHHHH!!!!
While yer standin' there

YEAH

Disco Boy
Do the Bump every night
'Til the Disco Girl
Who's really right
Gonna fall for yer line
'N feed you a box fulla
Chicken delight

Disco chit-chat so demure
Pump that booty all across the floor
A disco drink
A disco wink

You never go doody
That's what you think

Doody
You never go doody
Doody
You never go doody

Disco Boy
You got one more chance
To comb your hair again

Disco Boy
They're closin' the bar
And she's leavin' with your friend

Disco Boy
That's the way it goes
So wipe your nose
'N try it again
To get a little laid tomorrow

Disco Boy
No one understands
But thank the lord
That you still got hands
To help you do that jerkin' that'll
Blot out yer Disco Sorrow

It's Disco Love tonight
Make sure you look all right
It's Disco Love tonight
Make sure you look all right