Lyrics

Act I

SCENE EIGHT
LUCILLE HAS MESSED MY MIND UP

(JOE is so disoriented by his disease, he goes in the other room and plays the title cut from an old Jeff Simmons album, and sings along with it.)

JOE:
Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still love her
Oh I still love her
Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still love her
Oh I still love her
Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still need her you know I need her

Whatcha tryna doota me Lucille?
Whatcha tryna doota me Lucille?
Whatcha tryna doota me Lucille?
You got me goin outa my mind

Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still love her
I really love her
Lucille
Has tore my heart up
But I still need her
You know I need her

She treats me like my heart is made of stone
She runs around and leaves me home all alone
She doesn't answer when I call her on the phone
She messed up my mind, I'm cryin' alia the time

Lucille
Has messed my mind
up etc., etc., etc.

Notes about this song

Originally recorded for Jeff Simmons' album Lucille Has Messed My Mind Up in 1969. Zappa refers to this recording in Joe's Garage Act I

Joe is so disoriented by his disease, he goes in the
other room and plays the title cut from an old

Jeff Simmons album, and sings along with it.

- Scene Eight of Joe's Garage Act I

This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . . again. Hi! . . . It's me again, the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . . Joe says Lucille has messed his mind up, but, was it the girl or was it the music? As you can see . . . girls, music, disease, heartbreak . . . they all go together . . . Joe found out the hard way, but his troubles were just beginning . . . his mind was so messed up . . . he could hardly do nothin' . . . He was in a quandary . . . being devoured by the swirling cesspool of his own steaming desires . . . the guy was a wreck . . . so . . . what does he do? For once, he does something SMART . . . he goes out . . . and pays a lot of money to L. Ron Hoover . . . at the First . . . at the Pch . . . hem . . . he goes out . . . and pays a lot of money to L. Ron Hoover . . . at the First Church of Appliantology!

- Scrutinizer Postlude