Frank Zappa Lyrics
Frank Zappa Lyrics
"Stink Foot Lyrics"
If It Wasn't for the Night Lyrics
from Into The Mystery .............................................. If it wasn?t for the night So cold this time of year The stars would never shine so bright So beautiful and clear I have walked this road alone My thin coat against the chill When the light in me was gone And my winter house was stilled When I grieved for all I?d made
Jim Gordon (drums)
John Guerin (drums)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Ralph Humphrey (drums)
Jack Bruce (bass)
Erroneous (bass)
Tom Fowler (bass)
Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar)
George Duke (keyboards, background vocals)
Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin)
Jean-Luc Ponty (violin)
Ruth Underwood (percussion)
Ian Underwood (saxophone)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals)
Sal Marquez (trumpet)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
Ray Collins (background vocals)
Kerry McNabb (background vocals)
Susie Glower (background vocals)
Debbie (background vocals)
Lynn (background vocals)
Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals)
Robert Camarena (background vocals)
In the dark
Where all th
Under the watah
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the morning
By your radio
Do the walls close in to suffocate, yah
You ain't got no friends
And all the others they hate, yah
Does the life you been leading gotta go? (HMMmm?)
(Well let me straighten you out)
About a place I know
(Get your shoes and socks on people, it's right around the corner)
Out through the night and the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
Out through the night and the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
(This has got to be the disease for you
Now scientists call this disease, Brohm-a-drosis
But us regular folks, who might wear tennis shoes
or an occasion
know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
STINK-FOOT)
You know
My python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by
And now it's July
I finally got it off
And my girlfriend cried, YOU GOT STINK-FOOT!
Stink-foot, darlin'
Your Stink-foot
Puts a hurt on my nose
Stink-foot, stink-foot, I ain't lyin'
Can you rinse it off, do you suppose?
(Here Fido, Fido, mpt, mpt, mpt, come here little puppy
Bring the slippers
Arf, arf, arf
(C-R-A-S-H)
Huhm, HAH, HAH, HAH...hmhmhm)
STINK!
(Well then Fido got up off the floor, and he rolled over
and he looked me straight in the eye
And you know what he said?
"Once upon a time, somebody say to
This is the dog talkin' now
"What is your, conceptual, continuity?"
"Well I told 'em right then", Fido said
"It should be easy to see
"The crux of the biscuit
is the apostrophe"
Well you know, the man that was talking to the dog
looked at the dog, and he said
Sort of staring in disbelief
"You can't say that"
he said
"It doesn't, and you can't, I won't, and it don't
it hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't, and it shouldn't
it couldn't"
He told him, "No, no, no"
I told him, "Yes, yes, yes"
I said, "I do it all the time
Ain't this boogie a mess"?)
The poodle bites, the poodle chews it
(Repeat + ad lib)
from Into The Mystery .............................................. If it wasn?t for the night So cold this time of year The stars would never shine so bright So beautiful and clear I have walked this road alone My thin coat against the chill When the light in me was gone And my winter house was stilled When I grieved for all I?d made
Jim Gordon (drums)
John Guerin (drums)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Ralph Humphrey (drums)
Jack Bruce (bass)
Erroneous (bass)
Tom Fowler (bass)
Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar)
George Duke (keyboards, background vocals)
Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin)
Jean-Luc Ponty (violin)
Ruth Underwood (percussion)
Ian Underwood (saxophone)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals)
Sal Marquez (trumpet)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
Ray Collins (background vocals)
Kerry McNabb (background vocals)
Susie Glower (background vocals)
Debbie (background vocals)
Lynn (background vocals)
Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals)
Robert Camarena (background vocals)
In the dark
Where all th
Walk Out Backwards Lyrics
(Bill Anderson) I'd rather live a life of lies and fantasy Than to face the truth and realize you're leaving me You built me up so high my heart can't stand to fall And life without your love just isn't life at all So walk out backwards if you must go But please don't wave goodbye Just wave one last hello The truth won't hurt so much If I can just
e fevers grow(Bill Anderson) I'd rather live a life of lies and fantasy Than to face the truth and realize you're leaving me You built me up so high my heart can't stand to fall And life without your love just isn't life at all So walk out backwards if you must go But please don't wave goodbye Just wave one last hello The truth won't hurt so much If I can just
Under the watah
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the morning
By your radio
Do the walls close in to suffocate, yah
You ain't got no friends
And all the others they hate, yah
Does the life you been leading gotta go? (HMMmm?)
(Well let me straighten you out)
About a place I know
(Get your shoes and socks on people, it's right around the corner)
Out through the night and the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
Out through the night and the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
(This has got to be the disease for you
Now scientists call this disease, Brohm-a-drosis
But us regular folks, who might wear tennis shoes
or an occasion
Tru Love Lyrics
6 years 5 months That's how long we've been havin' this thing we got Every moment hasn't been perfect But still when it's perfect it feels Like we're the only two people who have somethin' real Now 3 years 2 weeks That's how long we've been raisin' our family And I wouldn't go tradin' The love that we got So don't go changin' I love you just the way you
al python boot,6 years 5 months That's how long we've been havin' this thing we got Every moment hasn't been perfect But still when it's perfect it feels Like we're the only two people who have somethin' real Now 3 years 2 weeks That's how long we've been raisin' our family And I wouldn't go tradin' The love that we got So don't go changin' I love you just the way you
know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
STINK-FOOT)
You know
My python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by
And now it's July
I finally got it off
And my girlfriend cried, YOU GOT STINK-FOOT!
Stink-foot, darlin'
Your Stink-foot
Puts a hurt on my nose
Stink-foot, stink-foot, I ain't lyin'
Can you rinse it off, do you suppose?
(Here Fido, Fido, mpt, mpt, mpt, come here little puppy
Bring the slippers
Arf, arf, arf
(C-R-A-S-H)
Huhm, HAH, HAH, HAH...hmhmhm)
STINK!
(Well then Fido got up off the floor, and he rolled over
and he looked me straight in the eye
And you know what he said?
"Once upon a time, somebody say to
Black Mountain (Part Three) Lyrics
Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like a novel Like the story of your life Like Dahlberg's garden Full of bucolic delights So what did it mean When Dahlberg changed his mind Sweet creeks and leaves Changed to serpentine trees +
me"Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like a novel Like the story of your life Like Dahlberg's garden Full of bucolic delights So what did it mean When Dahlberg changed his mind Sweet creeks and leaves Changed to serpentine trees +
This is the dog talkin' now
"What is your, conceptual, continuity?"
"Well I told 'em right then", Fido said
"It should be easy to see
"The crux of the biscuit
is the apostrophe"
Well you know, the man that was talking to the dog
looked at the dog, and he said
Sort of staring in disbelief
"You can't say that"
he said
"It doesn't, and you can't, I won't, and it don't
it hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't, and it shouldn't
it couldn't"
He told him, "No, no, no"
I told him, "Yes, yes, yes"
I said, "I do it all the time
Ain't this boogie a mess"?)
The poodle bites, the poodle chews it
(Repeat + ad lib)