Drafted Again You Are What You Is

Yous Are What You Is

(Zappa, 2LP, Barking Pumpkin PW2 37537, September 23, 1981)

1. Teen-age Wind three:02
2. Harder Than Your Husband 2:28
3. Doreen iv:44
4. Goblin Girl 4:06
5. Theme From The tertiary Movement Of Sinister Footwear 3:31
6. Society Pages 2:26
7. I'm A Beautiful Guy one:56
8. Beauty Knows No Pain 3:01
9. Charlie'due south Enormous Mouth 3:36
10. Whatever Downers? two:08
11. Conehead 4:18
12. You lot Are What You Is 4:23
13. Mudd Club 3:eleven
14. The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing three:ten
15. Dumb All Over 4:03
16. Heavenly Bank Account three:44
17. Suicide Chump 2:49
18. Jumbo Go Away 3:43
19. If Only She Woulda iii:47
20. Drafted Once more three:07

July-September, 1980
UMRK

Produced by Frank Zappa
Engineers: Mark Pinske & Allen Sides
Re-mix engineer: Bob Stone
Engineering assistants: George Douglas & David Gray

John Livzey embrace photograph
John Vince graphics

FZ—Atomic number 82 Guitar and Vocals
Ike Willis—Rhythm Guitar and Vocals
Ray White—Rhythm Guitar and Vocals
Bob Harris—Boy Soprano and Trumpet
Steve Vai—Strat Corruption
Tommy Mars—Keyboards
Arthur Barrow—Bass
Ed Mann—Percussion
David Ocker—Clarinet and Bass Clarinet
Motorhead Sherwood—Tenor Sax
Denny Walley—Slide Guitar
David Logeman—Drums
Craig "Twister" Steward—Harmonica

Guest Vocalists:
Jimmy Carl Blackness
Motorhead Sherwood
Ahmet
Moon
Mark Pinske
Denny Walley

[NOTE FROM THE MAINTAINER: The musicians listed beneath for each song are merely guesses based on close listening, information from the session sheets and more stuff plant hither and there. Special thanks to Charles Ulrich.]

1. Teen-historic period Air current iii:02

• You Tin can't Do That On Phase Anymore Vol. 4

Bob Harris—lead vocals
FZ—vocals
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Jimmy Carl Black—vox
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

Information technology's a miserable Friday night
I'm and then lonely
And nobody'll give me a ride
To the Grateful Dead concert . . . Oh rats!

I got to be free
Free every bit the air current
Gratuitous is the style
I got to be

Maybe I'grand lost
Maybe I've sinned
I got to exist
Totally free
(Par-par-par-par . . . )

Our parents don't honey us
(Parents, parents . . . )
Our teachers they say
(Parents, parents . . . )
Things that are tedious
(Parents, parents . . . )
So nosotros're running away
(Parents, parents . . . )
And nosotros will be gratuitous
(Parents, parents . . . )
And people will meet
(Parents, parents . . . )
That when we are free
(Parents, parents . . . )
That's the way we should be
(PARENTS . . . )

(Parents, parents . . . French republic . . . )
Cypher left to practise but get out the 'ol glue
(Parents, parents . . . )
(Sniff information technology expert at present . . . )
(Parents, parents . . . France . . . )
(Parents, parents . . . )

I got to be free
Free every bit the wind
Free is the style
I got to be

Perchance I'm lost
Maybe I've sinned
I got to be
Totally costless
(Dip-dip-dip-dip . . . )

Our parents don't love us
(Dipshit, dipshit . . . )
Our teachers they say
(Dipshit, dipshit . . . )
Things that are boring
(Dipshit, dipshit . . . )
So we're running abroad
(Dipshit, dipshit . . . )
And we volition be free
(Dipshit, dipshit . . . )
And people will see
(Dipshit, dipshit . . . )
That when we are costless
(Dipshit, dipshit . . . )
That'southward the way nosotros should be
(DIPSHIT . . . )

(WE MUST BE FREE!)
The glue! I can't observe the glue!
(We MUST Be Free AS THE Wind)
If I was at the concert now, I'd be RIPPED!
(WE WERE FREE WHEN WE WERE Born!)
I could tighten my headband for an actress rush
During Jerry'due south guitar solo
So I could go to a midnite show of 200 MOTELS!
(WE WERE BORN Gratis, Only, NOW We ARE Non Complimentary ANYMORE!)

BUT We WANNA Exist Costless
"Opal, you hot niggling bitch!"
And then WE'RE GONNA Be FREE
"You can take this pin 'due north hang it in yer donkey!"
AN' WE WANNA BE Gratuitous
"You ain't the devil!"
SO WE'RE GONNA Exist Costless
"Where's my waitress?"

. . . did you know that
Gratis IS WHEN Yous DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR Nada
OR Exercise Nix
WE WANT TO BE FREE
Costless AS THE Current of air

FREE IS WHEN You lot DON'T Have TO PAY FOR NOTHING
OR DO NOTHING
We Want TO Exist Complimentary
Costless Every bit THE Wind

Free IS WHEN Y'all DON'T Accept TO PAY FOR NOTHING
OR DO Nada
We WANT TO BE Gratis
Costless AS THE Air current

FREE IS WHEN YOU DON'T Have TO PAY FOR Zilch
OR DO Naught
WE WANNA . . . YEAH
WE WANNA . . . YEAH
Nosotros WANNA . . . Yes
Nosotros WANNA Be FREE
WE'RE GONNA . . . YEAH
WE'RE GONNA . . . Yep
We'RE GONNA . . . YEAH
WE'RE GONNA Be FREE
WE GOTTA . . . Aye
WE GOTTA . . . Yep
Nosotros GOTTA . . . YEAH
WE GOTTA Be Gratis
WE GOTTA . . . Yeah
WE GOTTA . . . Yeah
WE GOTTA . . . Yes
WE GOTTA BE FREE
Nosotros GOTTA . . . GOTTA
GOTTA . . . GOTTA
GOTTA Be Free
GOTTA Be Gratuitous
GOTTA BE FREE
YEAH YEAH
Nosotros GOTTA . . . GOTTA
GOTTA . . . GOTTA
GOTTA Exist Free
GOTTA Exist FREE
GOTTA Be Free
YEAH YEAH
Nosotros GOTTA . . . GOTTA
GOTTA . . . GOTTA
GOTTA Exist FREE
GOTTA Be Complimentary
GOTTA Be FREE
Aye Yes
We GOTTA . . . GOTTA
GOTTA . . . GOTTA
GOTTA BE Free
GOTTA Exist Gratuitous
GOTTA BE Free

2. Harder Than Your Husband 2:28

Jimmy Carl Black—pb vocals
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Denny Walley—slide guitar
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Craig "Twister" Steward—harmonica
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

We must say good-farewell
There's no need for yous to weep
Information technology's better that I tell you lot this this night
Our affair has been quite heated
You thought I was what you needed
But the fourth dimension has come, my darlin'
To set up things right
I'll be harder than yer husband
To become along with
Harder than yer husband every night
I'll exist harder than yer hubby
Harder than yer husband
An' I don't desire our love matter
To cease with a fight

Y'all been like a piffling angel
How yous loved me
An' I appreciate the warmth of your embrace
Well, the world don't demand to know
How I adored you
Only the time has come up, my darlin'
T' tell you this confront to face . . .
I'll be harder than yer husband
To get along with
Harder than yer married man every night
I'll be harder than yer husband
Harder than yer husband
An' I don't want our love affair
To cease with a fight

And then it's adios, evict, my footling darlin'
(Evict my little darlin' . . . )
Go on that hankie that I gave you for when you cry
In that location are things that trouble me
And I'm sure that you must see
That it breaks my heart the same equally yours
When we say good-bye

Harder than yer hubby
Harder than yer . . . much, much, much
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer . . . much, much, much
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer . . . much, much, much
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer . . .

iii. Doreen 4:44

• Yous Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. v

Ray White—lead vocals; rhythm guitar?
FZ—vocals; lead guitar
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Bob Harris—vocals
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

Doreen . . . don't make me expect
Til tomorrow
Oh-wo-no-oh-wo . . .
Please darling
Permit me dearest yous tonight
An' it'll be awright

You lot . . . tin can't brand me say
I don't want y'all
Oh-wo-no-oh-wo . . .
My heart
Is burning with dear
And I want you this night

Yous know I-I . . . I really love you
(I beloved yous)
You lot make me experience good
(Y'all brand me feel practiced)
Please don't deceive me
(No no . . . )
Doreen you know you should
Stay with me always
(Stay!)
Nosotros could be lovers
(Ever!)
Doreen you're unlike
(You're dissimilar)
Than all the . . . others

Doreen . . . don't make me await
Til tomorrow
Oh-wo-no-oh-wo . . .
Please darling
Permit me love you this night
An' it'll be awright

You-y'all-woo . . . tin't brand me say
I don't want yous
Oh-wo-no-oh-wo . . .
My heart
Is burning with love
(This night . . . )
And I want you this night

Say!
To-nye-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-aiee-ight
(Tonight . . . )
I want you
To-nye-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-aiee-ight
(Tonight . . . )
Let me love you
To-nye-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-aiee-ight
(This evening . . . )
Wanna dearest you
To-nye-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-aiee-ight
(Tonight . . . )
Let me love yous
To-nye-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-aiee-ight
(Tonight . . . )
Permit me squeeze y'all, daughter
To-nye-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-aiee-ight
(This evening . . . etc.)
Oh, I want to love you tonight
Permit me love you tonight, yes
Hear me knockin' on your door
Permit me love you more than and more than, yeah
Doreen, let me, let me, yes
Aye, why don't you lot let me in your bed
Love you more, love y'all more, aye
Gonna osculation you lot from head to toe, yeah
[...] wanna love you, yeah
Sweet Doreen, sweetness Doreen, yeah
Gonna love y'all, sweet Doreen, 'northward don't get funky
[...] all over again, I say, yeah
Help me, ah don't get, ah don't get
Ooh, got my heart, take my [...], babe, yep
Oh, sweetness Doreen, allow me love you
This sugariness girl [...]
Gonna get you, gonna get you lot, girl
Yeah, sugariness, sweet, sweetness, sweet Doreen
I desire you lot, I want you, girl
Sugariness Doreen, I desire you, girl
[...] y'all're so [...]
Exercise everything, everything, everything, yeah
Gonna put my arms all effectually yous one more than fourth dimension
Gonna have you, take you tonight, yeah
Sweetness Doreen, yes
Permit me beloved you, dearest you, love you, love you
Kiss you, love you, delight Doreen
Doreen, come up on, come on, girl
Tonight, you're gonna make your thing alright
This evening, tonight, brand your thing alright
I'll make everything alright with Doreen
(To-nye-ay-ay-ight . . . )

iv. Goblin Girl 4:06

• Have I Offended Someone?

includes an excerpt from Doreen and quotations from Mysterioso Pizzicato (Lampe) and perchance Bad Girls (Summer/Esposito/Hokenson/Sudano)

FZ—vocals; kazoo?
Ike Willis—vocals; kazoo?
Ray White—vocals; kazoo?
Bob Harris—vocals; kazoo?
Jimmy Carl Black—vocalization
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards; vocals?; kazoo?
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

Hob-noblin
Wit de goblin
De Goblin Girl
From da mystery earth

Hob-noblin
Wit de goblin
She'southward black 'n dark-green
'Cause it's Halloween

Raggedy blackness
Is the way she apparel
Petty green shoes
'N her hair's a mess
On Halloween night
At de costume ball
She's a Goblin Girl
An' she can gobble it all

She'due south a goblin
A Goblin Girl
She's a goblin
A Goblin Girl
I been hobblin'
'Cause of the Goblin
Goblin Girl . . . Goblin Girl

Some girls like
To dress like a witch
Some girls like to dress like a queen
All-time way a girl
Tin clothes for me
Is in a Goblin Accommodate
(They wait so cute . . . )

When they're a goblin
In that location ain't a problin
When they're a goblin
I start a-wobblin'
Pink all over
Some is tan
Goblin Girls
From every state
They look practiced
From any which-a-mode
Every Halloween
You tin hear me say:
"Goblin Daughter, accept it away . . . "

Hob-noblin
Wit de goblin
De Goblin Girl
From da mystery world
De Goblin Girl
From da mystery world
(TRICK OR Treat NOW . . . )
De Goblin Daughter
From da mystery world
(Pull a fast one on OR TREAT NOW . . . )
De Goblin Girl
From da mystery earth
(TRICK OF TREAT Now . . . etc.)

Doreen . . . don't make me wait
(How 'tour you?)
Til tomorrow
(Poo-ahh!)
Ohhh-ho no . . .
(Got nothin' fer yer honey?)
Please darling
(How 'bout girls?)
Permit me gobble tonight
(Poo-ahh! How 'bout you?)
An' it'll be awright (whooo!)
(Poo-ahh! Sweetheart . . . )

Y'all . . .
(How 'bout you?)
Tin't brand me say
I won't burble-ble-ble-ble
All over you
(Are you sure?)
My snout
(How 'bout you?)
Is called-for with love
And it wants you tonight
(Got nothin' fer yer beloved? Poo-ahh!)
I hope you're good and tight
(Are y'all sure?)

(How 'bout you?)
Talkin' 'bout the bad girls
(How 'tour yer . . . )
All the Goblin Girls
(Are you . . . POO-AHH!)
Talkin' 'bout the bad, bad girls
(Sweetheart)
The niggling Goblin Girls
(Come on, Roy, right hither)
Oh, the bad girls
Some are chosen Doreen
(How 'bout you lot?)
Some are dressed in greenish
They're tricking your treat
Simply they're bad girls
They're very bad girls
(LEPRECHAUN Calorie-free)
(Ay!)
They make your confront look like you got scales on it
But that's okay . . .
(LEPRECHAUN LIGHT)
(POO-AHH!)
When the green lite shines downwardly
(Ay!)
On the black guys in the ring
(LEPRECHAUN LIGHT)
(POO-AHH!)
Everybody in the audience
Thinks they're seeing something
That looks like information technology's fabricated out of
Fish skin
(Ay!)
(LEPRECHAUN LIGHT)
(POO-AHH!)
But Coy leaves the green gels in the truss
Because he knows the guys in the front
Really savour looking like they take
Scales all over their trunk . . .

half-dozen. Social club Pages ii:26

• You Tin't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 3

FZ—lead vocals
Ray White—lead vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Denny Walley—slide guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

You're the ol' lady from the society pages
From a modest town somewhere I used to be
You lot owned the newspaper and a bunch of other stuff
That didn't appeal to me

OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY

The hospital plans (yer blood brother drew 'em all)
You ran the paper 'northward the Charity Ball
Every day on the third or fourth page
There you was . . . yous was quite the rage

Somehow, y'all was all kinda inexpensive 'due north incorrect
Just like in a lotta small towns
Where folks similar you
Hang around too long
And laissez passer out jobs to yer relatives 'n such
So y'all all keeps a lot, 'cept just nobody else
Always gets also much . . . to speak of . . .
And so what? What can you say?

And then long as the trash gets picked up
Then long as the trash gets locked upward
Just so the trash don't stack upwards
Some day you won't be on folio iii
Or page four anymore

OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY

By the grace of God you had a son
He's the one and only 1
He grew up and by and by
He came to be a Cute Guy

7. I'thou A Beautiful Guy ane:56

• You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 3

includes a quotation from Johnny's Theme (Paul Anka)

Basic rail:
Tower Theater, Upper Darby, PA
April 29, 1980 (belatedly show)

Ike Willis—lead vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—lead vocals; rhythm guitar?
FZ—vocals
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

I'm a cute guy
And you accept walked by
And I take gave yous the eye
But you pretend to be shy
Merely I'yard a cute guy
(You know what I hateful? Y'all know what I mean?)
And so I desire you to know why, why, why
You make me cry, cry, weep
'Cause y'all want to try, effort, try
Some stupid game on me
They're drinking lighter
They're full of h2o
I hear them say:
"Let's jog . . . "
They're playing tennis
Their butts are tighter
What could exist whiter?
Hey?

Your athletic approach has a lot of appeal
The girl is responding to your piddling deal
She's modern 'n empty 'n totally vain
Only beauty, of class, can feel no hurting
No pain
No pain
No pain

eight. Dazzler Knows No Pain 3:01

• Yous Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 3

Basic track:
Tower Theater, Upper Darby, PA
April 29, 1980 (late show)

FZ—lead vocals
Ray White—lead vocals
Ike Willis—vocals
Bob Harris—vocals
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums
+
Motorhead Sherwood—snorks
Jimmy Carl Black—voice
Moon Zappa—voice

Dazzler knows no hurting
So what you cryin' about
Girl
Dazzler knows no pain
So what you cryin' nearly
Daughter
Beauty knows no
Beauty knows no
Beauty knows no

Even if yer obviously
You could exist tryin' information technology out
Girl
Even if yer patently
You could exist tryin' it out
Girl
Beauty is no
Beauty is no
Beauty is no
Dazzler is a bikini wax 'n waitin' for yer nails to dry
Beauty is a colored pencil, scribbled all around yer eye
Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die

Beauty is a
Dazzler is a
Dazzler is a
Lie

Just y'all don't intendance if it's a lie
'Crusade you are such a beautiful guy
(Hi, girls!)
Your head is north, your feet is south
And y'all save the remainder for Charlie'due south mouth

Your head is north
Your feet is south
And you save the remainder for
CHARLIE'S ENORMOUS MOUTH
ENORMOUS MOUTH
CHARLIE . . .

" . . . and it doesn't have that stale aftertaste!"

nine. Charlie'south Enormous Oral fissure 3:36

• You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 3

FZ—vocals
Ike Willis—vocals
Ray White—vocals
Bob Harris—vocals
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

Charlie'southward enormous mouth, well, information technology's awright
The girl got a very large mouth, but information technology's awright
Her teeth look okay
She must be brushin' 'em quite a bit
'Course her mouth is extra big
'Northward we can but assume as to how
She'southward been usin' it

Charlie's enormous mouth, well, it's awright
The daughter got a very large mouth, just information technology'southward awright
She got lips all around the hole
Where she puts her food in
They call it THE Rima oris
They phone call it THE MOUTH
They call information technology THE Oral fissure
Which is equally good a place as any for a tongue
To include in, that'south why
They telephone call it THE Oral cavity
They phone call it THE MOUTH
They call it THE MOUTH

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

(Kinda young
Kinda wow . . . )

Charlie's enormous nose, well, information technology'south all white
The girl got a very large olfactory organ but it's all white
She once was okay
Only she'south been blowin' information technology quite a bit
'Course her friends are extra large
'N we can only assume as to how
She's been choosin' it

Charlie'southward enormous nose, well, information technology's all white
The girl got a very large olfactory organ, just it's all white
She got stuff all around the pigsty
Where she puts her spoon in
They call information technology THE Olfactory organ
They telephone call it THE NOSE
They phone call it THE Olfactory organ
And when it finally rots away I guess you lot'd
Prob'ly drive a truck in . . . they used to
Call information technology THE Nose
They called it THE NOSE
They called information technology THE Nose

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

(Kinda young
Kinda dead . . . )

Charlie's disgusting brain, well, it'south all black
The girl got a very dead encephalon, it won't come dorsum
She used to convey
But so she took an extra striking
'Form her friends are extra impaired
'N they were terribly excited while they
Watched her doin' it

Charlie'due south icky brain, well information technology's all blackness
The girl got a very expressionless brain, information technology won't come up dorsum
She got dirt all effectually the hole
Where they dumped her box in
They telephone call it THE GRAVE
They call it THE GRAVE
They phone call it THE GRAVE
Which is as proficient a place as any for a
Doormat to repose in . . . that'south why they
Call information technology THE GRAVE
They call it THE GRAVE
They telephone call information technology THE GRAVE . . .

x. Any Downers? 2:08

• Joe's Camouflage

Ike Willis—lead vocals
FZ—vocals; pb guitar
Ray White—vocals
Bob Harris—vocals
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

And all around
At the side of the grave
Stood Charlie'south friends
Who could not salvage
This stupid girl
From the way she behaved
Just amid the mourners
And the frowners
A cry were heard . . . (aaaargh!)

Any DOWNERS? (Oh, no!)
Whatsoever DOWNERS? (Oh, no!)
Whatsoever DOWNERS? (Oh, no!)
ANY DOWNERS? (Oh, no!)

No I ain't got whatever more than
No I ain't got any more
No I own't got whatsoever more than
No I ain't got whatsoever more

Your downers is gone
They was all you could get
To ease your listen
And your deep regret
Over Charlie's oral fissure
So enormous 'due north wet
Now all yous got
Is your T.V. fix

Y'all turn information technology on
Y'all sentinel and dream
A dream of beloved
On your tiny screeen
But what practice you run across
As you lay in bed?
Information technology's a bald kinda girl
With a pointed head
Oh no . . .

11. Conehead 4:18

• Halloween 77
• AAAFNRAA—Babe Snakes—The Compleat Soundtrack
• Halloween

FZ—atomic number 82 vocals; lead guitar
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Bob Harris—vocals
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

Conehead . . . she own't really dumb
She'due south just a
Conehead . . . 'tater flake crumbs
All over her face
Is in that location any more beer
Stashed away at her place? She'south merely a
Conehead . . . she can't aid herself
"She's a Conehead kind of a girl . . . "
(Ha ha ha!)
Pitch her a ring
That is the affair
That's getting her hot-uh
A hoop or a ring
Goin' over the top of her Conehead
"She is from a small boondocks in France
'N she's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of guy"
That's what she gives me is-uh Oooh!
Conehead
When she'southward on her knees
The point is so high
(High!)
I keep sayin' please
Keep it out of my middle, 'cause she's a
Conehead
(She's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of a guy, kind of a daughter-thing . . . )

Saturday Night
Y'all're home alone
The Idiot box lights up
As her dad comes dwelling house
He'due south been workin' all 24-hour interval
At the drivin' school
In a stupid-lookin' chapeau
That he uses to fool
The people of Earth
Who might get back
If they knew he was actually
From Remulak, where the
Conehead . . . people are from, where the
Conehead . . . people get to, when the
Conehead . . . people are done with their
Conehead . . . things that are fun

Connie the Cone
Is dressed real bully
Similar a teen-age girl
From downwardly the street

But Mom 'due north Dad
They don't approve
Carbohydrates
Is all they groove
Connie'southward eye
Has a tiny tear
But they rinse it abroad
With a case of beer

A purse of chips
'N fiberglass
Her diet'due south a riot
I tin can't keep quiet
I'd honey to try it
But I recall I'll pass
To eat that kind stuff they pack
(Yeah, they're packin' it!)
You'd hafta be from Remulak, where the
Conehead . . . people are from, where the
Conehead . . . people go to, when the
Conehead . . . people are done with the
Conehead . . . things that are fun, where the
Conehead . . . people are from, where the
Conehead . . . people get to, when the
Conehead . . . people are done, with the
Conehead . . . things that are fun, where the
Conehead . . . people are from, where the
Conehead . . . people go to, when the
Conehead . . . people are done with the
Conehead . . . things that are fun, where the
Conehead . . . people are from, where the
Conehead . . . people go to, when the
Conehead . . . people are washed with the
Conehead . . .

12. You Are What You Is 4:23

• Thing-Fish
• Buffalo

FZ—lead vocals
Ray White—atomic number 82 vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Bob Harris—vocals
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

Do you know what you lot are?
You are what you is
You is what you am
(A cow don't make ham . . . )
You ain't what yous're not
And then meet what yous got
You are what you is
An' that's all it 'tis

A foolish young human
From a middle class fam'ly
Started singin' the blues
'Cause he idea information technology was manly
Now he talks like the Kingfish
("Saffiiiee!")
From Amos 'northward Andy
("Holy mack'l dere . . . Holy mack'l dere!")
He tells you that chitlins . . .
(Chitlins!)
Well, they taste simply like candy
He thinks that he's got
De whole thang down
From the Nivea Balm
To de Purple Crown

Exercise you know what you are?
You lot are what you is
Y'all is what you lot am
(A cow don't brand ham . . . )
You lot ain't what y'all're not
So see what you got
You are what yous is
An' that's all it 'tis

A foolish boyfriend
Of the Negro Persuasion
Devoted his life
To become a caucasian
He stopped eating pork
He stopped eating greens
He traded his dashiki
("Uhuru!")
For some Jordache Jeans
He learned to play golf game
An' he got a good score
Now he says to himself
"I AIN'T NO NIGGER NO More than . . . HEY! HEY! HEY!"
"I don't understand y'all . . . "
BWANA MA-COO-BAH
"Would you lot please speak more clearly . . . "
MERCEDES BAINNNNNNNZ

Who is who
(I don't know . . . )
'Northward what is what
(Somethin' I just don't know . . . )
'N why is this
(Tell me now . . . )
Appropriot
(That'south a funny pronunciation if'n e'er I heard 1 . . . )
If you don't like
(Where'd yous get that give-and-take?)
What yous has got
(Appropriot? The word is not . . . )
Drop it in the dirt
(Drop it yeah . . . )
'Northward allow it rot
(I can aroma it now . . . )
Someone else
(Here de come, here de come . . . )
Volition surely come up
(I told you they was comin')
'Northward pick it up
(That's right!)
'Cause he wants some
(An' he wants it for free . . . )
And when i 24-hour interval
(At that place volition come up a day . . . )
You wonder who
(I wonder as well . . . )
You used to was
(Who I was anyway . . . )
'North what you lot do
(I used to work at the postal service function . . . )
You'll scratch your head
(But I don't wanna un-do my doo . . . )
'N look around
(Just to meet what's goin' on . . . )
But what you lost
(Tin can't seem to detect it . . . )
Will not be plant
(A Mercedes Benz . . . )

Do you know what you are?
(I know . . . )
You are what y'all is
(I'm the kinda guy . . . )
You is what you am
(That ought to be drivin' . . . )
A cow don't make a ham
(A four-fifty SLC . . . )
You ain't what you're not
(A big ol' blood-red one . . . )
And then see what you got
(With some golf clubs stickin' out de torso . . . )
You lot are what you is
(I'm gwine down to de links on Saturday mornin' . . . )
An' that's all it is
(Gimme a five-dollar neb . . . )
You ARE WHAT You IS
(And an overcoat likewise . . . )
AND THAT'Southward ALL IT IS
(Where's my waitress? Yeah . . . )
YOU ARE WHAT You IS
(Robbie, have me to Greek Town . . . )
AN THAT'S ALL IT IS
(I'm harder than yer hubby; harder than yer married man . . . )
YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS
(I'm goin' downwardly to White Street, to the Mudd Guild y'all . . . )
AN THAT'South ALL IT IS
(I'm goin' downwardly 'n piece of work the wall 'n work the flooring . . . )
Y'all ARE WHAT YOU IS
('North work the pipe 'n work the wall . . . )
AN THAT'Southward ALL IT IS
(Some more . . . )

thirteen. Mudd Guild iii:eleven

• Thing-Fish
• Buffalo

FZ—lead vocals
Ray White—lead vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Moon Zappa—voice?
Motorhead Sherwood—tenor sax, snorks
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

And here we are, at the Mudd Society, y'all . . .
I hope y'all relish yourself, 'cause the evidence's virtually
To begin . . .

Hey, they're actually dancin'
They're on motorcar-destruct
On the floor
On the pipe
Bouncin' off-a the wall

Hey, the people here are really
Tearin' it upwardly
On the side
In the back
By the forepart of the phase

They ain't really crazy
You can take it from me
I should know
'Cause I go
Every time I'one thousand in town

If you never tried it
Lemme straighten you out
It'southward the all-time kinda place
To unfasten yerself

MUDD Gild
All the style downtown
MUDD Guild
They ain't messin' effectually
MUDD CLUB
Just turn to the left 'n look around
Because it's at that place somewhere
If you lot ain't found it, meliorate
Hurry up
The folks down in that location'south on motorcar-destruct
And so tin you lot be too
(The fact of the matter,
it's made for y'all . . . )

Try information technology on a Saturday 'bout four o'clock in the mornin'
Or even a Monday at midnight
When there'southward just a few of those
Fabulous Poodles
Doin' the Peppermint Twist for existent
In a black sack clothes with ix inch heels
And so a guy with a bluish mohawk comes in
In Serious Leather . . .
(And all the balance of whom for which
To whensonever of partially indeterminate
Bio-chemical degradation
Seek the path to the sudsy xanthous nozzle
Of their foaming nocturnal
Parametric digital whole-wheat inter-faith
Geo-thermal terpsichorean ejectamenta)
In Serious Leather . . .
In Serious Chains
Then they work the wall
They piece of work the pipe
They piece of work the floor
'N they piece of work the wall some more
In Serious Leather
Serious Chains
Serious Wearable
From when they come downtown
From the ruins of Studio '54
To twist 'n frugg
In an big-headed gesture
To the best of what the 20th Century has to offer

Al Malkin's down at that place right now,
Looking for a virgin with nice breath . . .
(Why, perhaps it's you . . .
And y'all don't fifty-fifty know it!)

Hey, they're really dancin'
They're on auto-destruct
On the flooring
On the pipe
Bouncin' off-a the wall

Hey, the people hither are really
Tearin' it up
On the side
In the back
Past the front end of the stage

They ain't really crazy
Yous can take it from me
I should know
'Crusade I go
Every time I'm in boondocks

If you lot never tried information technology
Lemme straighten yous out
It's the best kinda identify
To unfasten yerself

14. The Meek Shall Inherit Nil three:10

• Chicago '78
• Thing-Fish
• Buffalo

FZ—vocals
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Jimmy Carl Black—voice
Denny Walley—slide guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

While you lot WORK THE WALL
WORK THE FLOOR
Piece of work THE PIPE
IN SERIOUS PAIN . . .

Some take the bible
For what it'due south worth
When information technology says that the meek
Shall inherit the Earth
Well, I heard that some sheik
Has bought New Jersey concluding calendar week
'Due north yous suckers own't gettin' nothin'

Is Hare Rama really incorrect
If y'all wander around
With a napkin on
With a bell on a stick
An' your hair is all gone . . .
(The geek shall inherit nothin')

You say yer life's a bum deal
'N yer up against the wall . . .
Well, people, you ain't even got no kinda
Deal at all
'Cause what they do
In Washington
They only takes care of NUMBER Ane
An' NUMBER I ain't YOU
You lot own't even NUMBER Two

Those Jesus Freaks
Well, they're friendly but
The shit they believe
Has got their minds all close
An' they don't even care
When the church takes a cut
Ain't it bleak when you got so much nothin'
(And then whaddya do? Hey!)
Swallow that pork
Consume that ham
Express mirth till ya choke
On Baton Graham
Moses, Aaron 'due north Abraham . . .
They're all a waste of time
'North it's your donkey that's on the line
(IT'S YOUR ASS THAT'S ON THE LINE)

Do what you lot wanna
Do what you will
Merely don't mess up
Your neighbor'south thrill
'Northward when you pay the bill
Kindly get out a little tip
And assistance the next poor sucker
On his one way trip . . .
SOME TAKE THE BIBLE . . .
(Aw gimme a half a dozen for the hotel room!)

15. Dumb All Over 4:03

• Understanding America
• Yous Tin't Exercise That On Stage Anymore Vol. one
• Accept I Offended Someone?

FZ—lead vocals; lead guitar
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Jimmy Carl Blackness—voice
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

Ay!

Hotel room mo-mo-mo-mom mo-mo-mom
Hotel room mo-mo-mo-mom mo-mo-mom
Ay-ay-ay-ay!

Whoever nosotros are
Wherever nosotros're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our beliefs is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to ameliorate
It's gonna accept a lot more
Than tryin' to remove
The other race
Or the other whatsoever
From the face
Of the planet altogether

They call it THE Globe
Which is a dumb kinda name
Just they named it correct
'Crusade nosotros behave the same . . .
We are dumb all over
Impaired all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near 'northward far
Dumb all over,
Black 'n white
People, we is not wrapped tight

Nurds on the left
Nurds on the right
Religious fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin' the Bible
Tells the story
'N makes the details
Sound real gory
'Bout what to exercise
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here

You tin can't run a race
Without no feet
'N pretty shortly
There won't exist no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religious fanatics
Tin can make it exist all gone
(I mean information technology won't blow up
'North disappear
It'll just wait ugly
For a thousand years . . . )

You can't run a land
By a volume of religion
Not past a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Of aboriginal appointment
Designed to make
You lot all feel great
While yous fold, spindle
And mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state

TO ARMS! TO ARMS!
Hooray! That'due south cracking
Two legs ain't bad
Unless at that place's a crate
They send the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (Get Downwardly!)
Not his, not hers (only what the hey?)
The Good Book says:
"It gotta be that style!"
Only their book says:
"REVENGE THE CRUSADES . . .
With whips 'n chains
'North hand grenades . . . "
2 Arms? TWO Arms?
Have another and another
Our God says:
"There ain't no other!"
Our God says
"It's all okay!"
Our God says
"This is the way!"

Information technology says in the volume:
"Fire 'n destroy . . .
'N repent, 'north redeem
'N revenge, 'n deploy
'North rumble thee along
To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
'Cause they don't go for what'south in the book
'North that makes 'em BAD
And so verily nosotros must choppeth them up
And stompeth them down
Or rent a prissy French bomb
To poof them out of existence
While leaving their existent estate just where we demand it
To apply again
For temples in which to praise
OUR GOD
("Cause he can really have intendance of business!")

And when his humble Television servant
With apprehensive white pilus
And humble spectacles
And a dainty brown adjust
And maybe a blonde wife who takes phone calls
Tells united states of america our God says
It'south okay to exercise this stuff
And so we gotta do information technology,
'Cause if we don't do information technology,
Nosotros ain't gwine upward to hebbin!
(Depending on which book yous're using at the time . . . Tin't use theirs . . . it don't piece of work . . . it's all lies . . . Gotta use mine . . . )
Ain't that correct?
That'south what they say
Every nighttime . . .
Every day . . .
Hey, we can't really be dumb
If we're just following God's Orders
Hey, Allow's get serious . . .
God knows what he'southward doin' . . .
He wrote this book here
An' the volume says:
"He made u.s. all to exist just like Him," and so . . .
If we're dumb . . .
Then God is dumb . . .
(An' perchance even a picayune ugly on the side)

Dumb ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
Impaired ALL OVER
A Picayune UGLY ON THE SIDE
Dumb ALL OVER
A Little UGLY ON THE SIDE
Impaired ALL OVER
A Footling UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A Trivial UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
Dumb ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A Little UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A Piddling UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
Impaired ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
Dumb ALL OVER
A Petty UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
Dumb ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
Impaired ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
Dumb ALL OVER
A Piddling UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A Picayune UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
Impaired ALL OVER
A Picayune UGLY ON THE SIDE
Impaired ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A Picayune UGLY ON THE SIDE

16. Heavenly Bank Business relationship iii:44

• Understanding America
• You lot Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 1

FZ—vocals; lead guitar
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Bob Harris—vocals?
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

DUMB ALL OVER
A Petty UGLY ON THE SIDE
Impaired ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE

And if these words you practice not heed
Your pocketbook merely kinda might recede
When some human comes along and claims a godly demand
He'll clean y'all out correct through your tweed

That's right, y'all asked for it, remember in that location is a big deviation between kneeling down and bending over . . .

He'south got twenty million dollars
In his Heavenly Banking concern Account . . .
All from those chumps who was
Born once more
Oh yeah, oh yeah

He'southward got seven limousines
And a individual aeroplane . . .
All for the use of his
Special Friends
Oh yeah, oh yeah

He'south got thousand-dollar suits
And a Wembley Tie . . .
Girls love to stroke it
While he's on the phone
Oh yes, oh yeah

At the Firm of Representatives
He'south a dandy guy . . .
When he Gives Thanks
He is not lone . . .

He is dealin'
He is really dealin'
IRS can't determine
Where The Claw is

It is easy with the Bible
To pretend that
You're in Testify Biz
(And a-one, and a-two, and a . . . )

They won't get him
They volition never get him
For the naughty stuff
That he did

It is all-time in cases like this
To pretend that
You are stupid
(DUH . . . )

He's got Presidential Aid
All forth the manner
He says the grace
While the lawyers chew
Oh yeah
They sure practice

And the Governors agree to say:
"He's a lovely human!"
He makes information technology easier for
Them to screw
All of yous . . .
Yes, that's truthful!

'Crusade he helps put The Fearfulness of God
In the Common Man
Snatchin' upwardly money
Everywhere he can
Oh yeah
Oh aye

He's got twenty million dollars
In his Heavenly Bank Account
You lot own't got nothin', people
You ain't got nothin', people
You ain't got nothin', people
Thank the man . . . oh yeah

As we terminate some other circulate twenty-four hours
Let me say
That you own't got nothin'
And he's got it all
And your miserable self
Is against the wall
The just affair you take non tried
It'due south the sport of chumps
That'southward SUICIDE

17. Suicide Chump ii:49

• Halloween
• You lot Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 1

FZ—lead vocals
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Bob Harris—vocals?
Denny Walley—slide guitar; vocals?
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

(Well, hoop hoop) You say in that location ain't no utilize in livin'
(Well, hoop hoop) It'due south all a waste of fourth dimension
(Well, hoop hoop) 'N you wanna throw your life away, well
(Well, go on, do it!) People that'southward only fine
(Hoop hoop) Go ahead on 'n get information technology over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Find you a bridge 'northward have a jump
(Well, hoop hoop, well, hoop hoop)
(Well . . . ) Just make sure you exercise it right the kickoff time
(Hoop!) 'Cause nothin'south worse than a Suicide Chump
(Oo-woo-woo-woo-woo, oh, aye!)

(Hoop hoop) Y'all say there own't no lite a-shinin'
(Well, hoop hoop) Through the bushes up ahead
(Well, hoop hoop) 'North we're all gonna exist then deplorable
(Well, he sure is dead now) When we find out you are dead
(Hoop hoop) Become head on 'due north go it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Observe you a bridge 'n take a jump
(Well, hoop hoop, well, hoop hoop)
(Well . . . ) Simply make sure yous practise it right the first fourth dimension
(Hoop!) 'Crusade nothin'southward worse than a Suicide Chump
(Oo-woo-woo-woo-woo, oh, yep!)

(Oooh) Now mayhap you're scared of jumpin'
(Well, oooh) 'Due north poisonous substance makes you sick
(Well, oooh) 'N y'all want a fiddling attention
(Well, oooh) 'North y'all need it pretty quick
(Well, oooh) Don't wanna mess your confront
(Well, oooh) Or we won't know if information technology's you
(Well, oooh) Aw, in that location's but so much to worry about
(Well, oo-woo-woo-wooh) Now what you gonna exercise?
(Hoop hoop) Go alee on 'northward get information technology over with and then
(Well, hoop hoop) Find yous a bridge 'n take a leap
(Well, hoop hoop, well, hoop hoop)
(Well . . . ) Merely make sure yous exercise information technology correct the get-go fourth dimension
(Hoop!) 'Cause nothin's worse than a Suicide Doormat
(Oo-woo-woo-woo-woo, oh, yeah!)

(Well, hoop hoop) At present possibly you're scared of jumpin'
(Well, hoop hoop) 'N poison makes you lot sick
(Well, hoop hoop) 'N yous want a little attention
(Well, hoop hoop) 'N you need it pretty quick
(Well, hoop hoop) Don't wanna mess your face up upward
(Well, hoop hoop) Or we won't know if it's you
(Well, hoop hoop) Aw, there'southward just so much to worry about
(Well, hoop hoop) At present what you gonna practise?

(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with and then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'due north get it over with so
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'north get information technology over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go caput on 'n get information technology over with then
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n go information technology over with and so
(Well, hoop hoop) Go head on 'n get it over with so
(Well . . . )

Yous're on the span;
Scared to leap,
But a girl walks over
To take a peep . . .
She says: "DON'T Exercise IT!"
Only wouldn't you know . . .
The girl got a head
Like a buffalo
With a little red hair
All over the top
An' her breath would make the
Traffic stop
She says "I Love You lot . . .
BUT Starting time, LET'S Consume!"
And all you tin say as you run down the street is . . .

18. Jumbo Go Away 3:43

includes Number 6

FZ—vocals
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Denny Walley—lead vocals ("It seems I can't explain")
Moon Zappa—phonation
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

Jumbo, go away
Jumbo, go away
Jumbo, go away
Jumbo get out me alone
Go your head off my bone
I wanna go home
(I'm hungry . . . )

Jumbo lighten up
Colossal lighten upwardly
Jumbo lighten up
Jumbo give me a break
Lighten upward on my snake
That's all I can take
(Feed me!)

It seems I can't explicate
The way I feel about you
(Robbie, take me to Greek Town!)
Yous just don't understand
You're from Kalamazoo . . .
(Blow!)

You got to realize
Our little romance bargain
Will not materialize
Into a thing that you'd call Existent
(I think I have worms . . . )

Jumbo gotta go
Jumbo gotta go
Jumbo gotta go
Jumbo meliorate get back
Or your eye will get black
When I give y'all a smack
(No, Denny, don't hit me!)

Jumbo don't you weep
(Boo-hoo-hoo . . . )
Colossal don't you cry
Colossal don't yous weep
Colossal this is skilful-bye
I ain't gonna lie
So wash upwards your pie

Wash up your pie
(In that location are iii things that smell like fish!)
(Actually, what are they?)
Wash up your pie
(One of them is fish . . . )
(Oh!)
Wash up your pie
(The other two . . . )
(What d'you mean the other two?)
Wash upward your pie
(Are growing on you . . . )

19. If Just She Woulda iii:47

Basic rail:
Belfry Theater, Upper Darby, PA
April 29, 1980

FZ—lead vocals; lead guitar
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Bob Harris—vocals?
Ahmet Zappa—vocalisation
Moon Zappa—vox
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—Minimoog; organ solo
David Logeman—drums

You took a chance
(You took a chance)
On Jumbo's love
(On Jumbo's dearest)
If but she woulda
(If only she woulda)
Gave y'all the shove
(Gave you the shove)
That might have sent you
(That might take sent you)
On your way
(On your mode)
But it's too late at present,
(Information technology'south as well belatedly now)
You got a letter today . . .
(You got a letter today)
Well, life and love
Has left yous shafted
And on height of that
You just got drafted
You just got drafted
(That'southward right!)
You lot just got drafted
(Even your sister!)
You just got drafted
(Hey, permit'southward jam!)

You took a take a chance
(You took a chance)
On Jumbo'due south love
(On Colossal's love)
If only she woulda
(If merely she woulda)
Gave you the shove
(Gave you the shove)
That might have sent you
(That might have sent you)
On your way
(On your mode)
Merely it'south too tardily now
(Information technology's also late now)
You lot got a letter of the alphabet today . . .
(Y'all got a alphabetic character today)
Well, life and dearest
Has left you lot shafted
And of on acme of that, hey-hey
You just got drafted
(To your left!) (Your right!)
You simply got drafted
(Your left!) (Correct, human being!) (To your left!) (Your right!)
You just got drafted
(To your left!) (Correct, human being!) (To your left!) (Your right!)
Y'all just got . . .

twenty. Drafted Again 3:07

• The Lost Episodes
• Buffalo

FZ—lead vocals
Ahmet Zappa—pb vocals
Moon Zappa—lead vocals
Jimmy Carl Black—voice
Marking Pinske—voice
Motorhead Sherwood—snorks
Ike Willis—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Ray White—vocals; rhythm guitar?
Bob Harris—vocals; trumpet
Denny Walley—vocals
Steve Vai—stunt guitar
Tommy Mars—keyboards
Arthur Barrow—bass
David Logeman—drums

Special commitment . . . registered mail . . .
OH NO
Y'all're gonna hafta sign fer this, buddy
OH NO
C'mon out heah, ya footling sumbitch, I know you lot're in there
OH NO
Goddam petty communist . . .
(weep, cry, weep)

I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna get drafted
PHOOEY!

I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna get drafted
NO-OH-WOH-OH-WOH . . .

Roller skates 'northward disco
It'south a lot of fun
I'm too young 'n stupid
To operate a gun

LaCelia Jackson! Come on down!
I DON'T WANNA Get DRAFTED
Nancy Butterworth! Come on down!
I DON'T WANNA Become DRAFTED
You lot're the next contestants on SOOOOO WHAT!
I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED
And, but, also . . .
A new car!
I DON'T WANNA Become DRAFTED
Simply that's not all . . .

My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted
She don't wanna go
My sister don't wanna get drafted
My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted
She don't wanna get
My sister don't wanna get drafted
NO-OH-WOH-OH-WOH

Wars are actually ugly
They're muddy and they're cold
I don't want nobody
To shoot me in the fox hole . . . fox hole

I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna become drafted

Wars are really ugly
They're dirty and they're cold
I don't want nobody
To shoot me in the fox hole . . . play a joke on hole

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . shot in the play tricks hole
Aiieeeeeeeee . . . shot in the fox hole
Aiieeeeeeeee . . . shot in the fox hole
Aiieeeeeeeee . . . shot in the fox hole

"Get out my olfactory organ alone, please . . . "

All compositions by Frank Zappa except every bit noted
Site maintained by Román García Albertos
http://globalia.net/donlope/fz/
Lyrics from the album booklet
Corrections and additions by Román, John W. Busher, Abe Scott, Thrust Pygmy and Charles Ulrich
The parts on the original vinyl and non on the original CD re-mix are printed this way
This page updated: 2018-08-26

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