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FRANK ZAPPA lyrics - We're Only In It For The Money

Flower Punk

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Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) 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. I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band. Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt? Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt? I'm goin' to the love-in to sit play my bongos in the dirt. Yes, I'm goin' to the love-in to sit play my bongos in the dirt. Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head? 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. 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? 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... (Just at this moment, the 2700 microgram dose of STP ingested by FLOWER PUNK shortly before the song began TAKES EFFECT: before your very ears his head blows up... leaving a bizarre audial residue all over your teen-age record player!) Hey Punk! Hey Punk! Hey Punk! Punky! Punk! Hey Punk! Punky! Come and go...come and go... Polly, do I ever have a lot of soul? I think I love you! Questi dominga? Have you seen that nose eating? I wanna know for sure! Leave my nose alone please! What 're you trying to do? Listen! ... This is one of the most exciting things that's ever happened to me You know, every time I think about how lucky I am to be in the rock roll industry It's SO exciting You know, when I first got into the rock roll business I could barely even play the changes to this song on my, on my guitar But now I'm very professional I can play the guitar I can strum it rhythmically I can sing along with my guitar as I strum I can strum, sing, dance, I can make merry fun all over the stage And you know, it's so wonderful to... It's wonderful to feel that I'm doing something for the kids Because I know that the kids and their music are where it's at The youth of America today is so wonderful And I'm proud to be a part of this gigantic mass deception I hope she sees me thrilling, yes... I hope she sees me dancing and thrilling I will say: Hello Dolly! Is the song over? Boy, this is really exciting, making a rock roll record I can't even wait until our record comes out and teen-agers start to buy it We'll all be rich and famous! And when my royalty check comes I think I'm going to buy a Mustang No, I think I'll...I think I'll get a Corvette No, I think I'll get a Harley Davidson No, I don't think I'll buy any of those cars I think what I will do is I will buy both No, I don't do that either I think, ah, I'll go into real estate I think I'd like to... I think I'd like to buy a house in ... Boulevard No, that wouldn't do any good Gee, I wonder if they can see me up here, twirling that tambourine and dancing... Maybe after the show One of the girls who sees me up here, singing and thrilling my tambourine and dancing, will like me And she will come over to me And I will walk I will walk up to her and I will smile at her And I will impress her and I will say: Hello, baby, What's a girl like you doing in a place like this? I'm from a rock roll band, I think we should... Is the song over?

3 Men At Chung King

Chubb Rock "I Gotta Get Mine Yo"
This is an introduction To music that just be pumpin' While hits just be dippin' The intention is for humpin' the floor Shinin' the wood with our jeans If it's denim don't worry It's hip hop don't hem 'em Money earnin' concernin' I'll be teachin' and learnin' Gettin' hot from my rhymes and my looks Not from bourbon No solution no remedy No cure like a deodorant Yo you have to be sure That if you talk up or walk up into myface That wouldn't become a big public disgrace 'Cause I'll ban you, burn you up, and tan you Treat you like the elephant And man you will be hocked and locked in a jar with a lid Hangin' on a wall in Michael Jackson's crib 'Cause I'm bad, in fact I'm a thriller I drink milk, that's why I'm a top biller Like a funeral home, I'll make a killing I'm not Giz even though I'm still chillin' Guys say I'm scary, girls say I'm cuddly Rough like bark but dark and lovely This ain't no game and I'm no toy And like Anita Baker, I'll bring you joy With my word when I open my mouth Ask Oliver North to go and break south A homo is a no-no but you know I'll smack a faggot Boy, you got to see me, I'm rich like Jimmy Swaggart I'm a loon and ya know, comin' soon A rhyme kicked to this Popeye tune This is hip hop with a little be-bop And I won't flop 'cause I can't stop I will mop up the slop and then go to the top 'Cause I'm not Robocop, I'm Chubb Rock I'm Chubb Rock risin' and I'll break your leg And I'm more than a forty ounce, I'm more like a keg And I'm the big dipper, rippin' like Jack the Ripper And if you want the proof, the proof is in my liquor So you knew it and you blew it, let's get to it Gonna run you over with a rhyme that's like a big Buick And since you think you're slender, I'll slap you with a fender And bind you up, wind you up, and grind you up in a blender And then I'll serve you with coffee and cake Oh damn, I should've had a V-8, oh well I'll put you on a plate so it looks a little neater You're a tramp, so I'll sprinkle salt and pepper And paprika on your face, like mace So you can taste immediately Just like the base that went up your nose previously So it seems you're too zooed to battle Word's up chump, acne bump, skidaddle You're a nine, I'm a ten Victory is mine agai, this Bud's for me So here, take a Heineken With your self-esteem, you will never redeem Like Martin Luther King, you have a dream That maybe you will beat me, maybe defeat me But you're too illiterate, so I won't consider it Weak is the word and the rhyme is identical This is not the late show And I'm not Arsenio Hall But quite tall with the gall And I have magic and I can play ball And guys won't boo this, girls will jsut screw this It's ludicrous but we can dothis 'Cause you're new to this, Brutus I'm so smooth that I'm the smoothest I'm not handsome but I am the cutest you ever had That's why I'm so glad that I'm so good I'm bad

Goin' Back

DUSTY SPRINGFIELD "Very Best Of Dusty Springfield"
(Gerry Goffin Carole King) I think I'm goin' back To the things I learned so well In my youth I think I'm returning to Those days When I was young enough To know the truth Now there are no games To only pass the time No more colouring books No Christmas bells to chime But thinking young And growing older Is no sin And I can play The game of life to win I can recall the time When I wasn't ashamed To reach out to a friend And now I think I've got A lot more than A skipping rope to lend Now there's more to do Than watch my sailboat glide And everyday can be My magic carpet ride And I can play hide and seek with my fears And live my days instead of counting my years Let everyone debate the true reality I'd rather see the world the way it used to be A little bit of freedom's All we lack So catch me if you can I'm goin' back

The Separation Of Church And Skate

NOFX "The War On Errorism"
Hey kids! Hey dad! What do you wanna do today? We don't know Do you wanna go to the matinee? No. Do you wanna go to the amusement park? No. Do you wanna go to the punk rock show? Yeah, let's go to the punk rock show! Lost in a sea of combat boots, Flush the bouncers with wasted youth When did punk rock become so safe, When did the scene become a joke? The kids who used to live for beer and speed Now want their fries and coke Cursing and flipping birds are not allowed, In fact let's keep noice levels down Must separate the church and skate! Why don't we put pads on the kids, Helmets, head gear and mouth pieces Then we could pad the floor and walls, Put cameras inside bathroom stalls We make sure only nice bands play, Make every show a matinee Teach kids to be all they can be, And we could sing my country tis of thee Sweet land of liberty When did punk rock become so safe I know it wasn't Duane or Fletcher, Who put up the barricades Like a stake in the heart, Somehow we got driven apart I want conflict, I want dissent I want the scene to represent Our hatred of authority, Our fight against complacency Stop singing songs about girls and love, You killed the owl, you freed the dove Confrontations and politics replaced With harmonies and shticks When did punk rock become so tame, These fucking bands all the sound the same We want our fights, we want our thugs We want our burns, we want our drugs Where is the violent apathy, These fucking records are rated G When did punk rock become so safe.


(Dennis E Sumner - Gary Rossington - Johnny Van Zant -Rickey Medlocke - Hughie Thomasson) I can still remember I was eight years old The first time that I picked her up little did I know She's taken me to places that I've never been Did my first gig in a rock-n-roll band Berneice, sweet Berneice Get a real job let the guitar go There ain't no future in this rock-n-roll So go for your guitars, go for your guns Better think twice it's three against one Take your best shot it's a showdown now Berneice, sweet Berneice Oh, Berneice won't you play for me A guitar woman needs a guitar man One without the other, neither one of them can stand Remember where we came from we can do it all again So thanks to all you people, give youselves a hand Berneice, sweet Berneice Berneice, won't you play for me

Popeye's Certified

ANDRE NICKATINA "Khan! The Me Generation"
I'm Pina Colada dropped Impala Rubber band the big dollas Runnin things they will remain Rollin up the weed mayne Jumpin outta a Lexus coupe M R G a kinda suit Excellently tailored up And don't forget the flavor, What? I'm super salty Pretty Tony at the barber shop Braggin how I blow and cop Listenin to Royal Rock Paper chasin Paper runnin Paper gunnin Paper getting Paper havin Paper catchin Don't forget that paper grab it I got it goin on Tell them suckas go on home Back up in the Lexus Coupe Color man is two tone Bangin out the Nakamichi Get the yayo it's on to chi-chi Now we gotta deal with Frank a pig that don't fly straight I'm hot boilin water Cookin crack up at the Carter Man you think your freak is bad Man my freak is way harder I'm Popeye's certified a two piece and some small fries Man my hair is super laced I don't know about them bald guys They call me Ayatollah all up in your Motorola Whether it's a ring tone or a picture in your phone-a A lime in your Corona A glock on your corna I fire up in every club because I know the owner Dive just like a Navy Seal My homie got a burgundy Coup De Ville Girls be love takin Skittles But we know that's poppin pills I like to put it down like A.I. at Georgetown Man boxin bettin on every round Man at the fight we be talkin loud I've been at this since Jaws was a goldfish I'm a a go like everywhere Except maybe the electric chair Man you can smell my hair I'm fresh up out the shop I'm back up in the Lex Coupe bumpin Royal Rock I'm like a new glock Man or a hoop shot So you can tell from the beginning that I'm trynna get you popped I like fo tres I do it four ways You might see me straight cursin out a meter maid Lookin like the Lion King Specially when I'm buying things Eatin on some onion rings Talkin shit in Burger King I like to side talk all up on the sidewalk All up in the shoe store and everything is getting bought I'm rolling greenery, overlookin scenery She ask me what I'm thinking about And, yo, I said "My jewelry" She said "that's cool to me" I read her like a eulogy She said my party's hella crackin I said "that's how it's supposed to be" I'm a jaguar in a foreign car Knockin on the Pearly gates Hittin on the marijuana Money all Americana I do it Das Boot watching tapes of Ronnie Moot Back up in the Lexus Coupe Floatin like a parachute It's my philosophy man of the entity It's like I'm Kenny Parker runnin round with B.D.P. Yo homie it's after eight We goin down to the Lions Gate That's the restaurant with the free Henn when you buy a steak I'm like an earthquake Shakin up the foundation Figured out the combination To your iphone application I got the recipe the menu is the rest of me My cars they match my Jordans and some say that that was fresh of me I'm like The Loch Ness sittin up in a dropped 'Vette Hangin like a chain that you might see up on 'Pacs neck I'm like the last poem Tell them suckas go on home How much yo is that cologne I got it goin on I'm like a new glock holdin down an old block And even though it's crack rock they protect it like it's Fort Knox We eatin pork chops with a real Muslim aura We hit Hawaii like it's Pearl Harbor Tora! Tora! I might say ni Amura Or homie what's the score-a And you can ask for what you want but I got nothing for ya

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