Frank Zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve Vai (guitar)
Ray White (guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards)
Chuck Wild (piano)
Arthur Barrow (bass)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Jay Anderson (string bass)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Ike Willis (vocals)
Terry Bozzio (vocals)
Dale Bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (vocals)
Bob Harris (vocals)
Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals)
HARRY:
JESUS, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite like that in a theater before! How 'bout you, RHONDA?
RHONDA:
You're a worm, HARRY. Drop dead. God, you're disgusting! Don't touch me! YUCK! What is this scum on your chest? Did that little rubber MAMMY 'do something' on you?
THING-FISH: (alarmed)
OB'DEWLLA! You lil' vagrant! What you been up to wit de chump over deahh? Lemme see yo' draw's! Uh-HUHHHH! Jes' couldn't hep y'seff, could ya! Pheww! You best be washin' dat thang off, dahlin'! I knows we's sposed ta be un-DESTRUCTABLE, but what you got ripenin' down dere be puttin' us all to DE TEST! Yow!
The EVIL PRINCE tap-dances over to THING-FISH, HARRY & RHONDA.
EVIL PRINCE: (fake Broadway singing)
Pers'nally, dahlin', I found de pre-formnence Wit de brief-case To be un-creedably stim-u-lat-nin'!
RHONDA:
Eat shit, you overbearing male chauvinist member of the scientific community!
THING-FISH:
What a sweet lil' hunk o' heaven she growed up t'be! When she were deflateable, she dint say nothin'...jes kept her face open like dis... waitin' fo de salami dat never 'rived! Now she fuckin' de briefcase, dumpin' de paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de ROYAL FAM'LY!
Girl! Dis cocksucker mights be EVIL, but he AM a PRINCE! Now he be talkin' de vernak-luh, I's findin' it consid'rubly mo' cornvemient to in- demnify wit his 'point-o-view!
EVIL PRINCE:
Sho' nuff! Um-hmm! Yeah! You a WISE ol' MAMMY! Where you fum, 'rijnlyy?
THING-FISH:
Why...uh...SAINT LOOMIS!
EVIL PRINCE:
Goddam! I knew it! I knew it! I could jes' make it out from yo' renunciation! Sho' get hot down deahh in de summer time!
THING-FISH:
DAT no lie...people be croakin' all over de fuckin' place! I sees y'all like dat sort o' thang...jedgin' fum yo' wa'd-robe, y'all be WELL INTO death 'n pestilence 'n shit! Prob'ly got yo-seff quite some 'spensive educashnin' goin' fo ya!
EVIL PRINCE:
Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Heh-heh! Saint Loomis! Damn! Some de ZOMBY-FOLK up de lab-mo-tory got kin deah!
THING-FISH:
Naw! Really? Cain't be!
EVIL PRINCE:
Oh hell yeah! De ugly dead muthafucker on de string deahh...he related to a buncha other ugly dead muthafuckers fum de East Side...'n de curly-headed sho't lil' ugly dead muthafucker wit de dead dog been fuckin' de police commissioner!
THING-FISH:
How you know so much 'bouts what gwine on down deahh, you EVIL COCKSUCKER! Y'all been stayin' quite well un-formed fum bein' in de lab-mo-tory most yo' time!
EVIL PRINCE:
Jes' might distress yo ass to loin dat on de way home fum de SAN QUENTIM 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
THING-FISH:
You lyin', boy! Dey givin' degrees in 'TATER HUSBANDRY' back de ol' alma-motta!
EVIL PRINCE:
Dat ALL dey givin' any mo'! Muthafuckin' 'TATER HUSBANDRY' be de wave o' de futchum in Saint Loomis! Graduatin' class were over 700, 'n evvy one of 'em dealin' wit dem 'taters like de shrimp-murderers down at Benny-Hanny's!
THING-FISH: (looking down at OB'DEWLLA)
What? Huh? You wanna what? OB'DEWLLA, de PRINCE jes' be shootin' de home-town shit heahh! He ain't gwine give us no mo' provlem! What you mean, girl? Okay, okay! Go 'head 'n fuck de lil' CRAB-GRASS BABY wit de enormous white pompadour! Go on deah. Git down wit yo' nasty lil' ol' degenerate seff!
THING-FISH puts the CRAB-GRASS BABY on the floor and positions OB'DEWLLA over it. He places his foot on OB'DEWLLA'S back and pumps both of them up and down. As the computer- speech drones on, THING-FISH watches the spectacle, commenting...
THING-FISH: (contd.)
Twist 'n shout! Work it on out ('n in)! Hmmm! Get down! Go on! Give him a little shoe! Dat's what Denny be doin'...work on Jumbo evvy time! Go on! Get de lil' pompadour up in de air again! I like dat part! Hmmm! Jes' like de Olympics!
HARRY:
It's-it's fascinating the way things are resolving themselves around here! I-I never would have sus- pected anything like this when we came in!
RHONDA:
Where are your real clothes, HARRY? Are you going back to Long Island like that?
HARRY:
I have nothing to be ashamed of! I have a LOVELY body. Everyone will understand! I've-I've ACCOM- PLISHED something tonight! I really believe that! I've found a sort of fulfilment other men only DREAM about!
RHONDA: (naked, re-stuffing the briefcase)
You've accomplished NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL! You're a MERE WORM...less than that...you're a useless ALL-AMERICAN 'MAN-WORM'! The most disgusting creature on the face of the earth. Phooey on you! Worms like you would be NOTHING without ME and MY KIND! WE are THE FUTURE, HARRY! Not you! WE don't need YOU and YOUR KIND, because OUR KIND is THE BEST KIND!
MAN-KIND is SHIT, HARRY! OUR KIND will get rid of YOUR KIND, just like wiping off this fountain pen, HARRY! Smell it quick, you submissive little cocksucker, 'cause I'm wiping it off... any minute now!
THIS IS SYMBOLISM, HARRY! Really DEEP, INTENSE, THOUGHT-PROVOKING BROADWAY SYMBOLISM! THIS ISN'T 'DREAM GIRLS', HARRY! This is the way it REALLY IS...I'm talking to you, HARRY! WE HATE YOU! WE are MODERN, HARRY! You are not 'MODERN'! Worms are not MODERN!
While YOU became LAWYERS and ACCOUNTANTS, and read PLAYBOY and bought a pipe, WE PLANNED and DREAMED and FUCKED OUR BRIEFCASES while you weren't looking! Yes, HARRY! That's right! And we've actually been able to REPRODUCE OURSELVES THAT WAY...FOR YEARS, HARRY, but YOU NEVER KNEW! Did you? You worm.
We had SPECIAL ATOMIC GLASSES made...by WOMEN OPTOMETRISTS who promised NEVER to TELL!
We learned how to hide SECRET STUFF, wrapped up in the middle of those severe terminal BUNS we wear! Little TRANSMITTERS, HARRY! Little RECEIVERS! Oh...don't pretend to be surprised, HARRY! We even had ROOM LEFT OVER in there for all of our most favorite little embroidered delicate secretly feminine child-like helpless pathetic sentimental totally useless PERSONAL 'GIRL-THINGS' that smell like the stuff they put in the toilet paper. You played GOLF! You watched FOOTBALL! You drank BEER! We EVOLVED! We only look like WANDAS and RHONDAS! We are SUPERB, HARRY! We are SUBLIME! We are perfect in EVERY WAY! And you? What are you? You are the all-American cocksucker...jizzing all over your leather cocksucker costume after beating the snot out of yourself with a rubber MAMMY!
[Music & lyrics: Mieszko A. Talarczyk]
A putrid stench of ignorance spreads around you
Walking in the wrong direction it seems you have no clue
Your stupid remarks pollute the air I breathe
You're a walking talking parasite on decency you feed
Your neo-Nazi "intelligence"
Seems to me like very poor defence
What do I have to do to get through to you?
Why don't you just drop dead!
Drop dead-permanently gorgeous
In the mood to lose control
Go leave me as my best friend, (but please)
stay out of sight
I hunger for the next one-tonight
Are you cleaned in your soul?
Or is a victim the one who speaks the truth?
What can you tell about a person with a gun?
Come on, give up, give up!
My little servant is just like a tattoo
You cannot wash it off - you cannot seem to let it go
Maybe it may be, that you need shelter
Run for help, run for miles and find no one to blame!
I cannot see you
I cannot feel you
A charmed circle on the dance floor,
a spell-binding display...
it's rather more than he bargained for,
Snow White or Morgan le Fay.
"Drop dead", she said.
Hey, big man, let testosterone flow,
flex the muscles like a monkey.
The male plumage is all puffed up in show
but the girls know how to debunk it.
"Drop dead", she said.
In a sense
some men are always caught in adolescence,
trying to crack the mystery girl cocoon.
It doesn't take a wicked witch
to point out obsolescence is a state
they might wake up to pretty soon.
Is it any wonder when they hone that perfect put-down
to deflate the macho tough guy male buffoon?
To each his own, drop dead!
Death toll declined!
Rise up! fear not! like the wake from inside!
To each his own, feel dead!
Descend from sky!
Rise up!
Get slaughtered!
Kill all within with...
I can't hear you!
I can't hear you!
...More time! rise up for me!
Stand down, right now!
Feel your eyes, in my, head!
I can't hear you!
To each his own, drop dead!
Death toll declined!
Rise up! fear not! like the wake from inside!
I can't hear you!
To each his own, feel dead!
Descend from sky!
Rise up!
Get Slaughtered!
Kill all within with...
I can't hear you!
Walk In front or a car, at the mall
Trip and fall In the hall
Smash your head against the wall
You want to die, I can see It In your eye
Rob a bank, tip the boat, sell yourself, brake the law
I like you better, when your deader
Dont you fuck with us
We will follow you on to the bus
Fart right in your face
And watch out because
Should've worn Tussy like your mama said,
Then maybe you would'nt be dead,
We can be worster!
Drop dead! Drop!
Get et by a lion at the zoo
Fuck a skanky ho or two
Burn your socks, dread your locks,
Wear a schmock, ham your hocks,
You want to die, I can see it in your eyes
Pull the plug, pop a pill, kill yourself,
You know you will
I like you better, when your deader
Drop dead! Ole' !
I'm fine, me too, we're fine and how are you?!
I like you better, when your deader
Shoulha worn Tussy like your mama said
Then maybe you would'nt be dead
We think you should drop dead
Montego bay, Kingston gyal
Dem been waitin fa dis
Gyal u nuh heavy like led drop dead
Man a seh u wicked ina bed drop dead
Dyema an iyla go dung pon pon yuh ed
Show dem di new dance gyal do di drop dead
Montego bay gyal, a do di drop dead
Kingston gyal, dem a do di drop dead
Aldoe di buddy sweet u nuh care u a wine off di head
Drop dead, drop dead
Tek di dance floor, fi yuh dive an dead
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Position pon yuh han an yuh head
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Bad man fuck u till u dead
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Drop dead, drop dead pon di cock
She ina shock sumbaddi try revive ar
Dead gyal roll off a di bed drop dead
Run leff di drawz an fled drop dead
True di sitn heavy like led drop dead
She a bawl an tears she a shed drop dead
Dyema go dung pon yuh ed
Iyla go dung pon yuh ed drop dead
Montego bay gyal bad inna bed
Weh di kingston gyal dem deh
Tump it, man fuck yuh mek yuh cum quick, tump it
Si dung ina saddle ride it, tump it
Mek up yuh face excellent, tump it
Wine an go dung polly ann, tump it
Wine an cum up bak den u tump it
Mek mi see yuh tic toc tic, tump it
Ahrite flesh, do so wid yuh an
Do so wid yuh han, do so wid yuh han
Go dung pon yuh ed an den
Tek di dance floor, fi yuh dive an dead
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Position pon yuh ed an yuh han
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Bad man fuck u till yuh dead
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Drop dead, drop dead pon di cock
She ina shock sumbaddi try revive ar
We nah stop, fuck dem gud mek dem know cocky hot
Naaah ease up from di pum pum fat
Mek docta affi a gi dem electric shock
Mek gyal drop dead flat pon dem bak
True wi selec dem put dem pon cock
Seh it too hot so she get up an pak
Gyal fling it up mek mi see it, mek mi see it
Mek mi see it, mek mi see it
Fling it up pon street
Show dem how yuh tek fuck pon sheet
Rub out yuh 2 knee dem ina di street
Skin out di pussy tell him fi cum feet
Bad gyal nuh wa no freak weh a eat
U nuh ice truck so dung deh nah leak
Pat yuh pum pum it fat nuh bloodcleet
Go ina di video, start skin it out, skin it out, skin it out
Tek di dance floor, fi yuh dive an dead
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Position pon yuh ed an yuh han
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Bad man fuck u till yuh dead
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Drop dead, drop dead pon di cock
She ina shock sumbaddi try revive ar
Hmm, gyal u nuh heavy like led drop dead
Man a seh u wicked ina bed drop dead
Dyema an iyla go dung pon yuh ed
Show dem di new dance gyal do di drop dead
Montego bay gyal a do di drop dead
Kingston gyal dem a do di drop dead
Aldoe di buddy sweet u nuh care u a wine off di ed
Drop dead, drop dead
Tek di dance floor, fi yuh dive an dead
Drop dead drop dead drop dead dead dead dead
Position pon yuh ed an yuh han
Drop dead drop dead drop dead dead dead dead
Bad man fuck u till yuh dead
Drop dead drop dead drop dead dead dead dead
Drop dead drop dead pon di cock
She ina shock sumbaddi try revive ar
Gyal roll off a di bed drop dead
Run leff di drawz an fled drop dead
True di sitn heavy like led drop dead
She a bawl an tears she a shed drop dead
Dyema go dung pon yuh ed
Iyla go dung pon yuh ed drop dead
Montego bay gyal bad inna bed
Weh di kingston gyal dem deh
Tump it, man, fuck yuh, mek yuh cum quick, tump it
Si dung ina saddle ride it, tump it
Mek up yuh face excellent, tump it
Wine an go dung polly ann, tump it
Wine an cum up bak den u tump it
Mek mi see yuh tic toc tic, tump it
Ahrite flesh, do so wid yuh an
Tek di dance floor, fi yuh dive an dead
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Position pon yuh han an yuh head
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Bad man fuck u till u dead
Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead, dead, dead, dead
Drop dead, drop dead pon di cock
Well you've got no sense of humor but it's funny the way you show me.
I pick the worst times and I'd bet you a dollar,
There's some kid who wants you dead for something stupid you did.
Cause you know you'd never show unless there's no place left to go.
You're like a brother to me.
But I've been trying to keep my distance.
Won't you cover for me?
Cause I've been building up resistance,
To another broken nose and a bottle to soothe it.
The cops are getting closer won't you get up and move it?
Come on. Come on.
Hey kid, drop dead. Won't you leave me alone?
Ok, I'll wait. I'll save you.
Hey kid, drop dead. Won't you leave me alone?
Ok, I'm waiting for you.
Won't you leave me alone?
Well I'm sure that you can manage.
Won't you pick up the phone?
So we can talk about the damage.
And the things you'll leave behind once you make a decision.
And you always let me down with such graceful precision.
Come on. Come on.
Hey kid, drop dead. Won't you leave me alone?
Ok, I'll wait. I'll save you.
Hey kid, drop dead. Won't you leave me alone?
And I remember things, everything you said to me
I'll stay away from you, if you stay away from me
But I don't wanna lose you girl, you are my everything
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone
And I remember things, everything you said to me
I'll stay away from you, if you stay away from me
But I don't wanna lose you girl, you are my everything
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone...
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone...
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone.
Well I made you happy
You're looking back at me
Like you want me girl
But what we had is lost
You don't have to talk
You're just the sevens world
Just forget what happened
I'm happy
You're trapped inside of here
For the day you left me
I'm empty so now I'll disappear
But you put this darkness in me
You put this gun to my head
Why can't you leave me with me
You make me feel like I'm dead
You tell me that I'll be fine
You tell me that I'll be okay
But I don't wanna die without you tonight
And I remember things, everything you said to me
I'll stay away from you, if you stay away from me
But I don't wanna lose you girl, you are my everything
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone
And I remember things, everything you said to me
I'll stay away from you, if you stay away from me
But I don't wanna lose you girl, you are my everything
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone...
Drop dead, just die
I can't overpower all this feeling inside
Trying so hard to break loose
This dream will never vanish
It's my own spot
That's letting you take advantage
Of me, But see when it comes to spittin'
You only love me for music
I was stupid for letting some motherfucker abuse it
Trapped inside of my head,
Inside of the death
I don't wanna live my life like this
And so I dance I dance
Until your face does not exist
But you put this darkness in me
You put this gun to my head
Why can't you leave me with me
You make me feel like I'm dead
You tell me that I'll be fine
You tell me that I'll be okay
But I don't wanna die without you tonight
And I remember things,everything you said to me
I'll stay away from you, if you stay away from me
But I don't wanna lose you girl, you are my everything
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone
And I remember things,everything you said to me
I'll stay away from you, if you stay away from me
But I don't wanna lose you girl, you are my everything
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone...
When you are gone
All of these thoughts will disappear
The skies will fall
This dream will wash away the tears
Curses are gone
Everything I ever loved before
You're breaking me down
I don't want you to go
And I only hope that you
DROP DEAD
And I remember things,everything you said to me
I'll stay away from you, if you stay away from me
But I don't wanna lose you girl, you are my everything
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone
And I remember things,everything you said to me
I'll stay away from you, if you stay away from me
But I don't wanna lose you girl, you are my everything
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone...
That's why I'll never be the same when you are gone...
How come a star of your
Stature
Got a big surprise when you saw me
Comin' at ya
I'm your number one fan
And I go to see every picture
The more I see you
The more I want to hit ya
Wherever you go
I'll follow you
I've got your number
And your picture too
Wherever you go
I'll follow you
I've got your address
I'm coming for you
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
How come you don't return my calls
You're driving me mad
Got me climbing up the walls
It's not my fault if I see red
I can't help it
It's the voices in my head
Wherever you go
I'll follow you
I've got your number
And your picture too
Wherever you go
I'll follow you
I've got your address
I'm coming for you
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
How come a star of your
Stature
Got a big surprise when you saw me
Comin' at ya
I'm your number one fan
And I go to see every picture
The more I see you
The more I want to hit ya
Wherever you go
I'll follow you
I've got your number
And your picture too
Wherever you go
I'll follow you
I've got your address
I'm coming for you
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
Why don't you drop dead why don't
You drop dead
Why don't you drop dead why don't
