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frank zappa - won ton on lyrics
frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
steve vai (guitar)
ray white (guitar, vocals)
tommy mars (keyboards)
chuck wild (piano)
arthur barrow (b-ss)
scott thunes (b-ss)
jay anderson (string b-ss)
ed mann (percussion)
chad wackerman (drums)
ike willis (vocals)
terry bozzio (vocals)
dale bozzio (vocals)
napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
bob harris (vocals)
johnny “guitar” watson (vocals)
not really harry’s voice:
ecuas-nzbe?
thing-fish:
whiff it, boy! whiff it good, now! mammies, step forward ‘n try t’git on down wit dem broadway zombies! dis de closin’ numbuh, now! moses! git yo’ brown -ss ovuh heah! leave de co-log-nuh alone
minnit. whyn’tcha go on ‘n cornhole ya’ some evil prince! i b’lieve he done evolved to de point where he kin hannle it now!
see dat? uh-huh! look like he severely enjoyin’ it awready! sound like he enjoyin’ it, too! wuh- oh! i smells trubba! look like he got de eeyah- noosht! ain’t no two ways about it.
the mammies dance tangos with the zombies, (eventually hurling them offstage), the evil prince corn-holes rhonda (who doesn’t even notice as she waves her magic-wand fountain pen around for harr
follow), thing-fish sn-tches up the crab-gr-ss baby and ob’dewlla (one in each hand), shaking them like maracas, while twirl-dancing around the yard, harry-as- a-boy and the artificial rhonda re
ar, chasing after the infant, quentin robert de nameland corn-holes brown moses. opal rides the bull while francesco gives her an enema. the nativity box rotates erratically, deli- vering dutch
ts who offer onions to the audience.
thing-fish:
‘fo y’all departs, i jes’ wish to say in conclu- sium, as matters o’ dis gravity gen’rally re- quire some type o’ philosomical post-scription, dat what y’all have witnessed heah tonight were a t
tory – only de names o’ de potatoes have been changed to protect de innocent.
galoot co-log-nuh! don’t buy it, peoples! dis have been a public service ernouncemint. wave good-night to de white folks, ‘dewlla!
a conga-line is formed. they all exit through the audience, except for francesco, thing-fish & sister ob’dewlla ‘x’ (the crab-gr-ss baby has been returned to harry-as-a-boy and artificial rh
.
rhonda:
this is symbolism, harry!
harry:
…not the stuff that ‘freckles’ lets out!
rhonda:
this is symbolism! really deep, intense, thought-provoking broadway symbolism. really modern, harry…
harry:
take your hand off that chain, honey!
rhonda:
f-ck that briefcases…
harry:
…not the briefcase…
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