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frank zappa - mothers at kpfk lyrics

bunk: i’d like to dedicate an ode to joe lattanzi who played third base for the north-american italian club: oh, joe . .
jcb: oh, joe! joe, roy. oh, joe . .
art: where you going with that thing in your pants?
bunk: this is bunk sweet pants gardner
jcb: sock it to him, guy!
bunk: why don’t you step out here and pack it to me, art? glistening white skin, art!
jcb: roy, what did frank always say? he said we could say anything we want to, didn’t he?
art: corn on that cob . .
jcb: you’d better take care of all those kids, especially geronimo, darrell, gary . .
roy: ay, indio, indio . .
?: kim
jcb: jina, and kim
roy: i’m here from calif, ay!
jcb: calif, california!
?: calif! oh, man!
jcb: all right, santa ana, california
ian: roy and jim have a special kind of form of communication . . . to ill-strate this point we’ll now have a conversation between roy and jim . .
jcb: i refuse!
ian: as if, as if it was happening in the back seat of a car in san francisco
jcb: how ’bout you?
roy: how ’bout you?
jcb: how ’bout you? . . . pink?
roy: yeah
jcb: sure?
roy: mhm!
jcb: mhm-hm-mhm!
roy: estáis loco, indio!
jcb: caray, hombre!
roy: estás loco
jcb: estás loco, estás loco
roy: wannanenema? wannanenema?
art: the recipe is available by mail

wanna wanna wannanenema
yeah-nema
woahh!
ray collins, we love you

ian: we’ll never forget you
roy: no
ian: we’ll never forget you

hratche plche hratche plche
hratche plche hratche plche
(american way!)
hratche plche hratche plche
(ray ray ray . . . )
hratche plche hratche plche
(help, i’m a rock!)
hratche plche hratche plche
hratche plche hratche plche
(ray ray ray . . . )

ian: now, ladies and gentlemen, don preston
don: i have an organ, a piano, a harpsichord uh, uh, forty-five oscillators and uh, that’s my instruments
bunk: i’ve got a uh, b-ss clarinet, and a clarinet, and a piccolo, and a flute and an alto flute, and a tenor and an alto, and a soprano, and a chanter, and a c melody
art: i have a low cowbell, and a hi cowbell
?: oh, art!
?: you never heard about that, did you?
art:i have a snare drum and i have a hi tom tom and a low tom tom, i have four melody h-rns, and they go beep, and i have a slapstick which don preston graciously gave to me
don: and caresses now
art: and it goes pap, and uh, then i have ga—, bunk gardner, and whenever i goose him, he goes ‘bunk’
bunk bunk
bunk!
bunk bunk!
ian: the other half of the percussion section is jimmy carl black who plays . .
jcb: i have a red set of drums
how you doin’ gary!
ian: and when, and when the whole band gets together, and plays all these wonderful instruments it sounds like this . .

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