Any Kind Of Pain
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Lyrics
Broadway The Hard Way, ladies and gentlemen! Broadway The Hard Way!
You are the girl Somebody invented In a grim little office On Madison Ave.
They were specific They made you terrific Red lips Blue eyes Blonde hair Un-wise You're All-American, And, darling, they said so
You'd take any kind of pain from me, Wouldn't you, baby? You'd take any kind of pain from me, Wouldn't you, baby? Since you haven't got a brain, Let me just explain, Any kind of pain Is never a maybe
What?
Her head's full of bubbles Her nose is petite She looks like she never Gets nothin' to eat
She dines with actors, 'N Wall Street characters: Dull talk Nice clothes See her She blows She's so important 'Cause he gets to do talk shows
She'd take any kind of pain from me, Wouldn't she, Bobby? (Yes she would) She'd take any kind of pain from me, Wouldn't she, Bobby? (Oooooooo) Since she hasn't got a name Let me just explain Any kind of pain Is prob'ly her hobby
No . . . ow-ow-ow-oh . . . no . . .
She has moved up now She's come a long way They give her bunches Of words she can say
When she's in a bold mood Confinement loaf sounds good That's right She's wrong Let's end Her song
It seems she's everywhere We just can't escape her Is this a miracle of pure evolution? And all the yuppie boys, they dream they will rape her She brings the bus ride To a thrilling conclusion
Yes she's every bit as tame as me, Isn't she tender Yes she's every bit as lame as me, Let us remember She gets only half the blame Only half the blame Only half the blame Unless we extend her
Players On This Song
- Frank Zappa lead guitar, vocals
- Ike Willis guitar, vocals
- Mike Keneally guitar, synth, vocals
- Bobby Martin keyboards, vocal
- Ed Mann percussion
- Walt Fowler trumpet
- Bruce Fowler trombone
- Paul Carman alto sax
- Albert Wing tenor sax
- Kurt McGettrick baritone sax
- Scott Thunes bass
- Chad Wackerman drums