bars One two one two three One two one two three Again One two one two three One two one two three That's-- We're missing [...] ??: The accent FZ: Okay ??: [...] ??: [...] Frank
Once upon a time, a record company had A&R people in it who would take a chance, make a decision, use their gut reaction, sign a group, and see what they
FZ: [...] I'll tell you what the story is on the recording of this material. I don't want to take it into the studio until you can play all that stuff
O'Hearn: Say, uh... you still bowling?
Plastic people You gotta go (Chee poppa doodly woppa) Plastic people You gotta go (Yeah!) A fine little girl She waits for me She's as plastic As she
Engineer: Okay, ready? FZ: Okay, yeah. Engineer: Here we go, take five. FZ: Sounds like a hit already. One, two, one, two, three, four ... Ain't got
Well, I'm goin' to Chicago That's the last place my baby stayed (Hitch hike) Hitch hike (Hitch hike, baby) I've got my bags all packed and ready Gonna
What you need is . . . Motherly love Motherly love Forget about The brotherly and other-ly love Motherly love Is just the thing for you You know your
Going back again to see that girl I left behind me when I went out To see this great big world I hope that she feels the same about me As she did before
Interviewer: How did the group get together? FZ: They were working, uh . . . the lead singer Ray, the bass player Roy, and one of the drummers, Jim, were
A year ago today Is when you went away And now you come back knockin' on my door And you say you're back to stay, But I say ... Go cry On somebody else
Any way the wind blows Is fine with me Any way the wind blows It don't matter to me 'Cause I'm thru with the fussin' And the fightin' with you I went
Many well-dressed people In several locations Are kissing quite a bit (Yea-ah!) Later in the evening Leaves will fall Tears will flow Wind will blow Some
FZ: The story of the . . . the music of the Mothers is the story of, uh . . . a combination of what I knew about music from . . . from my studies plus
FZ: Awright. This is it. This is the Big One. Happy Halloween Everybody! Hi Debbie. Audient: !!!This is Frank Zappa on Halloween and he's like Guy Lombardo
Aayaha!
FZ: Conehead FZ & Band: She ain't really dumb FZ: She's just a Conehead FZ & Band: 'Tater chip crumbs All over her face Is there any more beer Stashed
FZ: In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin' By your radio Do the walls close in to suffocate
