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| + | (Zappa/Mariano)<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | [Ike Willis voice<br> | ||
| + | Chad Wackerman drums<br> | ||
| + | FZ synclavier]<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | Yo cats, yo yo<br> | ||
| + | Yo chooch, way to go<br> | ||
| + | You is dead, but you don't know<br> | ||
| + | Yo let's carve, hey where's them blow?<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | Get your fiddle, get your bow<br> | ||
| + | Play some footballs on your hole<br> | ||
| + | Watch your watch, play a little flat<br> | ||
| + | Make the session go overtime, that's where it's at<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | Hey, saxophone, clarinet<br> | ||
| + | How many doubles can you get<br> | ||
| + | Special rules providin' the way<br> | ||
| + | To help you maximize your pay<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | Your girl, Arlyn's, what's the diff<br> | ||
| + | What's the service that you're with<br> | ||
| + | So long as you can suck them butt<br> | ||
| + | On the contractor who calls you up<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | Your career could take a thud<br> | ||
| + | Unless you kneel and scarf his pud<br> | ||
| + | And when the dates come rolling in<br> | ||
| + | You can wipe your lips and flash a grin<br> | ||
| + | That tells them all at the jingle date<br> | ||
| + | That you enjoyed what you just ate<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | Yum yum, dog food<br> | ||
| + | Haemorrhoid cream but the bread's so good<br> | ||
| + | New RV and a leisure suit<br> | ||
| + | Hey, I play shit but I love that loot<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | Thank the union, it's so great<br> | ||
| + | Only a few get to be on the date<br> | ||
| + | Those other schmucks with electric guitars<br> | ||
| + | Got to play for poot in the "B" scale bars<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | You have made it, you are cool<br> | ||
| + | You have been to the Berklee School<br> | ||
| + | You give clinics on the side<br> | ||
| + | Music has died and no one cried<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | Yo cats, Yo yo<br> | ||
| + | Yo chooch way to go<br> | ||
| + | You is dead<br> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | Hey! Have a nice one, guy! | ||
| + | |||
==Players On This Song== | ==Players On This Song== | ||
==Records On Which This Song Has Appeared== | ==Records On Which This Song Has Appeared== | ||
Revision as of 04:11, 4 March 2007
Contents
Lyrics
(Zappa/Mariano)
[Ike Willis voice
Chad Wackerman drums
FZ synclavier]
Yo cats, yo yo
Yo chooch, way to go
You is dead, but you don't know
Yo let's carve, hey where's them blow?
Get your fiddle, get your bow
Play some footballs on your hole
Watch your watch, play a little flat
Make the session go overtime, that's where it's at
Hey, saxophone, clarinet
How many doubles can you get
Special rules providin' the way
To help you maximize your pay
Your girl, Arlyn's, what's the diff
What's the service that you're with
So long as you can suck them butt
On the contractor who calls you up
Your career could take a thud
Unless you kneel and scarf his pud
And when the dates come rolling in
You can wipe your lips and flash a grin
That tells them all at the jingle date
That you enjoyed what you just ate
Yum yum, dog food
Haemorrhoid cream but the bread's so good
New RV and a leisure suit
Hey, I play shit but I love that loot
Thank the union, it's so great
Only a few get to be on the date
Those other schmucks with electric guitars
Got to play for poot in the "B" scale bars
You have made it, you are cool
You have been to the Berklee School
You give clinics on the side
Music has died and no one cried
Yo cats, Yo yo
Yo chooch way to go
You is dead
Hey! Have a nice one, guy!
