FRANK ZAPPA lyrics

FRANK ZAPPA lyrics

"The Evil Prince Lyrics"

Learn To Do It Waltz Reprise Lyrics
It's one, two, three And suddenly I see it at a glance She's radiant And confident And born to take this chance I taught her well I planned it all I just forgot- Romance? Vlad, how could you do this? How will we get through this? I never should have let them dance


Frank Zappa (lead guitar)
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray White (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan Zavod (keyboards)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)

Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. Now in his infinate respondable party personage as de Evil Prince and through de magik o stage-kraft of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! Now check it on out now

Somewhere, over there, I can tell,
I guess so
Theres the voice of
A potato-headed whatchamacallit
Whoo, do tell!
Who does not wish me well!
His clothes are quite stupid,
And also his shoes!
Ain't no bussiness like show business
He's got a big ol duck-mouth!
Who knows how he chews!

He thinks he knows something
About THE GREAT PLAN!
How ULTIMATE BLANDNESS
Must RULE and COMMAND
Don't Know Nobody Lyrics
[noreaga] Yo, yo, yo, i'ma have to stand up Take game, i got grabbed up Asking me questions, interogating The way the hatin, they just remind me of satan Keep em motivating, police asking questions about this and this I don't know shit, and hell no, i don't know 5 or 6 I'm confined to a small room I celly off to my beeper, thought i had to sues And the headache, was the feelings for me and my crew To take impostas, impalas and black sues Big boys, and ll cue
r /> He knows not a drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the reason for doing
This criminal shit
And then, if he did,
Would it matter a bit?
Not at all!
Because IT IS WRIT:

Our BEIGE-BLANDISH GOD
Tends to CERTIFY IT:

Only the boring and bland shall survive!
Only the lamest of lameness will thrive!
Take it or leave it, you wont be alive,
If you are overtly CREATIVE!

Fairies and faggots and queers are
CREATIVE
All the best music on Broadway is
NATIVE

Who will step forward
And end all this trouble?
For beige-blandish citizens,
Clutching the rubble
Of vanishing dreams
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of CREATIVE confusement!

Soon, my brave Zombies,
Youll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
(Along with the remnants of
EVERYTHING NEW)
My HOLY DISEASE will do
Wonders for you!
Those
Daddys Home Lyrics
Intro: Big Daddy Kane "You know daddy's home.." Yeah baby! Get them sounds up Action Alright L.G. baby make the track move one time "You know daddy's home.." Uh-huh, now dig this here right Now I can remember one time I said, "It's eighty-eight, time to set em straight right?" (word up) What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninety-four as I continue to give you more "You know daddy's home.." This is how we gonna try
lovely producers
Who paid for you then
Will do it again, and again, and again!

The spying potato
The spying potato
With horrible diction
And terrible diction
Will rot in the garbage
I can smell it right now
When this shows eviction
Takes place shortly after
My alternate skill
Of THEATRICAL SABOTAGE
Triumphs YOUR will!

I've a special review
Yes I know you really do!
I've been saving for years
Yes I know you really have
For a show just like this,
For a really stupid show
With POTATOES and QUEERS

I'll say its disgusting, atrocious, and dull
I'll say it makes boils inside of your skull
I'll say its the worst -of-the-worst of the year,
No wind down the plain, and its hard on your ear
I'll say its the work of an infantile mind
I'll say that its tasteless, and that you will find
A better excuse to spend money or time
At a Tupper-Ware Party, wee-oo
So, do be a smarty!
Over The Waterfall Lyrics
I slipped through your fingers into the clouds Ran down the concrete hallways Pushed through the crowds. I watched by the water Reached for the sun Why did I bother What's done is done Chorus And all that's left of me now Is waiting to drown Over the waterfall (falling down) Over the waterfall (falling down) Over the waterfa

Oo-oo-wee-oo
Hold on to that dollar
A little while longer
For spending it here,
Why, it couldnt be wronger!

WHATS HAPPENED TO BROADWAY?
WHERES IT GONE, ALL THE GLITTER?
THE HEART AND SOUL
THE PATTER?
THE PITTER?

And after this deadly review hits the paper,
In will come ROPER, BENDER & RAPER,
To legally execute all that remains
Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains
Drug-addled brains, drug addled brains

(solo)

Hold on to that g-string
A little while longer
For spending it here,
Why, it couldnt be wronger!

WHATS HAPPENED TO BROADWAY?
WHERES IT GONE, ALL THE GLITTER?
THE HEART AND SOUL
THE PATTER?
THE PITTER?

And after this deadly review hits the paper,
In will come ROPER, BENDER & RAPER,
To legally execute all that remains
Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, brai-hains . . .