Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)
Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Walt Fowler (trumpet)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
Paul Carman (alto saxophone)
Albert Wing (tenor saxophone)
Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Eric Buxton (vocals)
These executives have plooked the fuck out of me
And there's still a long time to go
Before I've
Paid my debt to society.
And all I ever really wanted to do was
Play the guitar
'N bend the string like:
'Reent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee'
I've got it!
I'll be sullen and withdrawn --
I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
Of my own secret thoughts!
I'll lay on my back here 'til dawn,
In a semi-catatonic state
And dream of guitar notes
That would irritate
An EXECUTIVE KINDA GUY...
Well, I guess that one did the trick!
If they only coulda heard it,
Half-a-dozen of 'em woulda strangled
While they was suckin' on each others' dick!
But that was just a bunch of
Imaginary notes I played --
Just a little extra somethin'
To keep me goin' from day to day
But that's okay --
I'll be gettin' outta here pretty soon --
Then I won't have to live
In this ugly fuckin' room
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
I can't wait to see what it's like
On the outside now...
