Frank Zappa Album

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George Duke (keyboards)
Dave Parlato (bass)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass)
James "Bird Legs" Youman (bass, guitar)
Terry Bozzio (drums)
Chester Thompson (drums)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Ruth Underwood (percussion)
Thana Harris (vocals)
Bruce Fowler (brass)

He used to be very kind in his own crude way
He wasn't always like I wanted him to be
He wasn't smart, he wasn't handsome either
But he thrilled me when he drilled me
and I never loved a monster quite like he...

Because his love was so flambay
His kisses burned me so, his kisses turned me
from a queen on a throne to a shriveling spool
Here I stand all alone, a spider's fool

When it's me he needs to fondle his tool
I guess some bugs are just that way
He don't really need your love
He don't really need you
to be there when his hair gets matted and grey
With a broom cleaning his room from the mess he made that day
All those earthling worms he nibbled away

Oh Hunchentoot my love, how could you desert me now?
Oh Hunchentoot you brute, can't you see I want you?
Stay with me flagrantly
and we'll have ecstasy for all eternity

Because your love is so flambay
You kisses burn me so, your kisses turn me
from a queen on a throne to a shriveling spool
I don't mind if you're unkind 'cause spiders rule

Yes you are real cool
with those little webs you spool
and all your spider drool
oh let me float in your pool

George Duke (keyboards)
Dave Parlato (bass)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass)
James "Bird Legs" Youman (bass, guitar)
Terry Bozzio (drums)
Chester Thompson (drums)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Ruth Underwood (percussion)
Thana Harris (vocals)
Bruce Fowler (brass)

Listen carefully, spider of destiny
You must heed the call of cosmo-biology
Listen to me

If you eat the earthlings now
things will all be fine and then
we'll repair our love somehow
and resume the busy schedule of our ruthless conquest once again

Listen carefully, spider of destiny
I will not allow this marvelous opportunity to be taken from me
Taken from me...

Eat the earth people, eat them and chew them and brutally
stomp on the rest of what's left and then report to me
for the conquest of earth and the moon and the stars
and the space in between, all the comets and stars will be ours

Eat the earth people, eat them and chew them and brutally
stomp on the rest of what's left...

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George Duke (keyboards)
Dave Parlato (bass)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass)
James "Bird Legs" Youman (bass, guitar)
Terry Bozzio (drums)
Chester Thompson (drums)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Ruth Underwood (percussion)
Thana Harris (vocals)
Bruce Fowler (brass)

Time is money...
But Space is a long, long time!

Perhaps you are surprised
To see I speak your language?

But I have been monitoring
Your Earthly broadcasts for
Many years...
Many years...
And the reception on my little planet
Is extremely fine!

Time is money...
But Space is a long, long time!
On my lonely throne
In the cosmic night I ponder the vast expanses
Between your puny world and mine!

From my Couch-In-The-Sky,
As my planet goes by,
I behold all your misery below there!
I have seen all your lying,
And crying, and dying,
And, believe me,
YOUR planet is NOWHERE!

SPACE is a VERY LONG TIME!

(And if the equation,
As set forth above,
Is PROVED when we get to
The BOTTOM LINE...
The 'Powers Financial'
I'll hold o'er your world
Will complete my fantastic design!)

And the whole 'EQUIVALENT EARTH' SHALL BE MINE!

And the whole 'EQUIVALENT EARTH' SHALL BE MINE!

And the whole 'EQUIVALENT EARTH' SHALL BE MINE!

MINE! MINE!

FZ: Arf!
Bird Legs: About that tempo?
FZ: Mm-hm.

Bird Legs: Damn!
FZ: You're gettin' tired?
Bird Legs: No, my fingers got stuck!

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