EC: Uh . . . Uh . . . Uh Uh . . . Uh . . . Uh . . . d'you, are you, ARE YOU HUNG UP? ARE YOU HUNG UP?
Girl: Outa site!
EC: Outa site, yeah -listen, uhm, d'you, are you . . .? ARE YOU HUNG UP?
Girl: Ha ha . . . ! What does that mean?
EC: Are you strung up, are you? ARE YOU HUNG UP?
Girl: I don't . . . I don't . . . I can't understand . . . Outa site!
EC: Outa site, yeah -listen, uhm, d'you, are you . . .? ARE YOU HUNG UP?

Gary Kellgren: One of these days I am going to erase all the tape in the world . . . In the world . . . world . . . Tomorrow I may do it . . . All the Frank Zappa Masters . . . Nothing . . . Blank . . . Empty . . . Space . . . That's what they are now . . . Blank . . . Empty . . . Space . . . Oh, I know he's sitting in there, in the control room now, listening to everything I say, but I really don't care . . . Hello Frank Zappa!

JCB: Hi, boys & girls, I'm Jimmy Carl Black, I'm the Indian of the group!

What's there to live for?
Who needs the Peace Corps?
Think I'll just drop out
I'll go to Frisco
Buy a wig
And sleep on Owsley's floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy and I'm trippy I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week
And get the crabs
And take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me 'cause I'm stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco

Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends still running, free
Hair growing out every hole in me
American Way
How did it start?
Thousands of creeps
Killed in the park
American Way
Try and explain
Scab of a nation
Driven insane
Don't cry
Gotta go
Bye-bye
Suddenly die, die
(Cop kill a creep: Pow Pow Pow)

Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends still running free
Hair growing out every hole in me
American Way
Threatened by us
Drag a few creeps
Away in a bus
American Way
Prisoner lock
Smash every creep
In the face with a rock
Don't cry
Gotta go
Bye-bye
Suddenly die, die
(Cop kill a creep: Pow Pow Pow)

Mama, Mama
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls and boys
You'll sit home and drink all night:
They looked too weird
It served them right
Ever take a minute
Just to show a real emotion
In between the moisture cream
And velvet facial lotion
Ever tell your kids
You're glad that they can think
Ever say you loved 'em
Ever let 'em watch you drink
Ever wonder why
Your daughter looked so sad
It's such a drag to have to love
A plastic Mom and Dad
Mama! Mama!
Your child was killed in the park today
Shot by the cops as she quietly lay
By the side of the creeps she knew ...
They killed her too

Pam: Well -just... operator? Hold for a minute, please...
FZ: Hello?
Operator: Yes, sir...
FZ: Ah, can you call 6-7-8-9-8-6-6?
Operator: Same area code?
FZ: Yes
Operator: Alright
FZ: Is that Vickie?
Pam: Yeah... He's gonna bump you off yet, he's got a gun, you know... (heh heh heh...) If he didn't get ya in Laurel Canyon, he won't get you here
Vickie: Hello?
Pam: Vickie?
Vickie: Yeah
Pam: What's happening?
Vickie: Listen: your father has called me up this...
Pam: Now look, just don't panic but just tell me...
Vickie: I'm not panicking!
Pam: OK
Vickie: I think my phone's tapped too
Pam: Well don't worry, that's quite alright
Vickie: Alright... Your father called me up this afternoon
Pam: Just a second...

Bow Tie Daddy
Dontcha blow your top
Everything's under control
Bow Tie Daddy
Dontcha blow your top
'Cause you think you're
Getting too old
Don't try to do no thinkin'
Just go on with your drinkin'
Just have your fun
You old son of a gun
Then drive home in your Lincoln

I'm gonna tell you the way it is
And I'm not gonna be kind or easy
Your whole attitude stinks, I say
And the life you lead is completely empty
You paint your head
Your mind ist dead
You don't even know
What I just said
THAT'S YOU: AMERICAN
WOMANHOOD!
You're phony on top
Phony underneath
You lay in bed
And grit your teeth
MADGE, I WANT YOUR BODY!
HARRY, GET BACK!
MADGE, IT'S NOT MERELY PHYSICAL!
HARRY, YOU'RE A BEAST!
(censored censored censored censored censored censored)
MADGE ... I COULDN'T HELP IT ... I ... DOGGONE IT!

What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
Some say your nose
Some say your toes
But I think it's YOUR MIND!
I think it's your mind
ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE
POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS
OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL.
A PLAGUE UPON YOUR
IGNORANCE & THE GRAY
DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE ..
Where did Annie go
When she went to town?
Who are all those creeps
That she brings around?
ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS
OF LIES YOU BELIEVE.
A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS
THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE...

Discorporate & come with me
Shifting, drifting
Cloudless, starless
VELVET VALLEYS & A SAPPHIRE
SEA . . . Wah Wah

Unbind your mind
There is no time
To lick your stamps
And paste them in
DISCORPORATE
And we will begin . . . WAH WAH!
Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen
On comet & cupid, on donner & blitzen
On up & away & afar & a-go-go
Escape from the weight of your corporate logo!
UNBIND YOUR MIND
THERE IS NO TIME
Boin-n-n-n-g

TO LICK YOUR STAMPS
AND PASTE THEM IN
DISCORPORATE
AND WE'LL BEGIN . . .
FREEDOM! FREEDOM!
KINDLY LOVING!
YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE
ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE

Dreaming on cushions of velvet & satin
To music by magic by people that happen
To enter the world of a strange purple Jello
The dreams as they live them are all
mellow yellow-

UNBIND YOUR MIND
THERE IS NO TIME
Boin-n-n-n-g
TO LICK YOUR STAMPS
AND PASTE THEM IN
DISCORPORATE
AND WE'LL BEGIN . . .
FREEDOM! FREEDOM!
KINDLY LOVING!
YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE
ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand?
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt?
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action then I'm goin' home to bed.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck?
I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me be a nervous wreck...

Gary Kellgren: He is working the controls because all he does is love to turn knobs... They think it is the way they can create... I wonder what everyone else is whispering about...

Backwards:
Better look around before you say you don't care
Shut your fuck mouth about the length of my hair
How would you survive
If you were alive
Shitty little person?

[including a fragment from Heavies (Aerni/Buff) by The Rotations (1963)]

YEAH!
Bwa-hah-hah!
Oh, my God . . .

EC: Beautiful! God! It's God! I see God!

Now believe me when I tell you
That my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people
From a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors
Didn't know:
Early in the morning
Daddy Dinky went to work
Selling lamps and chairs
To San Ber'dino squares
And I still remember Mama
With her apron and her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe!
Whizzing and pasting and pooling
Through the day...
(Ronnie helping Kenny burn his pools away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY
Ronnie saves his numies on
A window in his room
(A marvel lo be seen: dysenlery green)
While Kenny and his buddies had
A game out in the back:
LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK
We see them after school in a
World of their own
(To some it might seem creepy
What they do . . .)

The neighbors on the right
Sat and watched them every night
(I bet you'd do the same if they was you)
Whizzing and pasting and pooling
Through the day .. .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the time on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY
Ronnie's in the Army now and
Kenny's taking pills
Oh how they yearn
To see a bomber burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing,
dynamite machine!
(Wait till the fire turns green! . . . wait
till the fire turns green . . .)
WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS
GREEN!

The idiot bastard son
(THE FATHER'S A NAZI IN CONGRESS TODAY . . .
THE MOTHER'S A HOOKER SOMEWHERE IN L.A.)
The idiot bastard son
(ABANDONED TO PERISH IN BACK OF A CAR . . .
KENNY WILL STASH HIM AWAY IN A JAR . . .)
THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he would spend at the church he'd attend ...
warming his pew)
Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch
THE CHILD WILL THRIVE and GROW
And enter the world
Of liars and cheaters and people like you
Who smile and think you know
What this is about
(YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING . . . maybe so)
The song we sing: DO YOU KNOW?
We're listening . . .
THE IDIOT BOY! (all the time he would spend, all the colors he'd blend ...
where are they now?)

It's his voice on the radio

You're a lonely little girl
But your Mommy and your Daddy don't care
You're a lonely little girl
The things they say
Just hurt your heart
It's too late now
For them to start to understand
The way you feel
The world for them
Is too unreal
So you're lonely, lonely lonely
Lonely little girl

There will come a time when everybody
Who is lonely will be free
TO SING and DANCE and LOVE
There will come a time when every evil
That we know will be an evil
THAT WE CAN RISE ABOVE
Who cares if hair is long or short
Or sprayed or partly grayed . . .
WE KNOW THAT HAIR AIN'T
WHERE IT'S AT
(there will come a time when you won't
even be ashamed if you are fat!)
WAH WAH WAH WAH
There will come a time when everybody
Who is lonely will be free
TO SING and DANCE and LOVE
There will come a time when every evil
That we know will be an evil
THAT WE CAN RISE ABOVE
Who cares if you're so poor
You can't afford
To buy a pair of Mod A Go-Go
Stretch-Elastic-Pants . . .
THERE WILL COME A TIME
WHEN YOU CAN EVEN
TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF
WHEN YOU DANCE

What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
(Darling, when I...)
What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
(Darling, when I look in your eyes...)
Some say your nose
Some say your toes
(My dearest, my darling, my... darling darling...)
But I think it's your mind...
(My darling)
I think it's your mind
(The ugliest part of your darling)
I think it's your mind
(Your mind is ugly)
I think it's your mind
(Your mind...)
I think it's your mind
I think it's your mind
I think your mind is the ugliest part of your body
(Your body, your body, your body, your body...)
I think your mind is the ugliest part of your body
(Your mind it's ugly)
I think your mind is the ugliest part of your body
(Won't you please leave my nose alone!)
(Your body, your body)
(Don't touch my nose, thank you!)
Your body, your body...

Do it again!
Do it again!

We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you . ..

Do you think that I'm crazy?
Out of my mind?
Do you think that I creep in the night
And sleep in a phone booth?

Lemme take a minute and tell you my pla
Lemme take a minute and tell who I am
If it doesn't show
Think you better know
I'm another person

Do you think that my pants are too tight
Do you think that I'm creepy?
Better look around before you say you don't care
Shut your fuckin' mouth about the lenght of my hair
How would you survive
If you were alive,
Shitty little person?

We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you . . .

Do you think that I love you ...
Stupid and blind?
Do you think that I dream
Through the night
Of holding you near me?

A-ha-hah!
Bwah-ha-ha!
(Cough! Cough!)
Ha ha ha ha!
Nyah-ha-ha!
Ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha ha ha...
Nyah-ha-ha-ha!
Oh... Arbitrary!
Nyah-ha-ha-ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
AH HA HA HA HA
AH HA HA HA
Arbitrary!
HA HA
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Bwah ha ha... (Cough!)
Mmph ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha (cough! cough!)
AH HA HA HA HA
AH HA HA HA
Arbitrary!
HA HA
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!