Frank Zappa Lyrics
Frank Zappa Lyrics
"Stinkfoot Lyrics"
Never all there Lyrics
the tips he gets turn out to be rubbish he's crossed his heart now all roads lead to ruin his willing ear gets him nowhere (sit with a drink or think about drugs?) he's never there, never all there (escape in a movie, hide in
the tips he gets turn out to be rubbish he's crossed his heart now all roads lead to ruin his willing ear gets him nowhere (sit with a drink or think about drugs?) he's never there, never all there (escape in a movie, hide in
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, vocals)
Ruth Underwood (percussion)
Tom Fowler (bass)
Chester Thompson (drums)
In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
(Water)
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the mornin'
(Mornin')
By yer radio
(Radio!)
Do the walls close in t'suffocate ya
You ain't got no friends . . .
An' all the others: they hate ya
D
Leather Apron Lyrics
Walking out in the streets Guided by my eyes Ignorance and cruelty Filling up my life My mind has lost its sanity Nobody knows the truth I am down on whores And I won't stop at all My knife is so nice and sha
oes the life you been leadin' gotta go?Walking out in the streets Guided by my eyes Ignorance and cruelty Filling up my life My mind has lost its sanity Nobody knows the truth I am down on whores And I won't stop at all My knife is so nice and sha
Well, let me straighten you out
About a little Russian restaurant I know . . .
(Get yer shoes 'n socks on people, it's right aroun' the corner!)
Out through the night
An' the whisperin' breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases
Out through the night
An' the whisperin' breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases . . .
Now scientists call this disease Bromidros
On Funeral Wings Lyrics
On Funeral Wings Captured in the abyss Burning souls on the throne Realm of lust and fire The ones who forseen the desire Unleash the force Death to the light of no remorse Curse the profets of the false Let's rid
isOn Funeral Wings Captured in the abyss Burning souls on the throne Realm of lust and fire The ones who forseen the desire Unleash the force Death to the light of no remorse Curse the profets of the false Let's rid
(That's right!)
And well they should
Even Napoleon knows that
But us regular folks
Who might wear a tennis shoe
Or an occasional python boot
Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of:
STINK FOOT
Y'know, my python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by, an' now it's July
I finally got it off
An' my girl-friend cry
"You got STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin'
Your STINK FOOT puts a hurt on
In Your Eyes Lyrics
( Rossi / Frost ) Doesn't she look so well With her long black hair and a look says she can tell Doesn't she know so well She can cast a spell with that look of heaven In her eyes, in her eyes In your eyes, your eyes
my nose!( Rossi / Frost ) Doesn't she look so well With her long black hair and a look says she can tell Doesn't she know so well She can cast a spell with that look of heaven In her eyes, in her eyes In your eyes, your eyes
STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain't lyin',
Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?"
Here Fido . . . Fido . . .
Here Fido . . . bring the slippers little puppy
Yes, that's a good dog! Yes!
"Arf, arf, arf!"
[crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump]
Sick . . .
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
We have a song for you about flying saucers
This song is going to be sung for you by George
And the name of the song is Inca Roads