Lyrics:
You're telling me there's more
Oh yeah, plenty more
Walk over there your jaw will hit the floor
I'll take you up on that, hey what's your name
Rick Fox,
Hey there Tom it's been almost a year
I've been trying so hard to fight against these tears
That I've been shedding since November
But who knows
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
And there we got upshot
A day or two ago
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open
silly, but I want you to know that you're way more than a billie
I hope you're feeling me, for you are buzzing light here
True story, no toy story buzz
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Tom fowler
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
Jokerman
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships
a one-horse open sleigh.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob-tailed bay
Yeah we're like baseball and hotdogs
You're Ferris Bueller and I'm your day off
The E Street Band and the Boss
You know your my happy clouds
attached
Tom and Jerry you gon have to tussle with the putty tat
It gets scary when you find out you're the real pussy
Little birdie told me you were dirty
wonder
What else could i do?
cnd you're feeling like a slob
Feeling choked out by your job
Yea and you wonder
What else could i have been
But like
Arguing with teenagers you're an internet troll
I mean that's pretty fucking sad and the truth be told
There's a reason you don't even have your own studio
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill
of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word
know well get there
Obviously nigga
Ill never follow these niggas
This is the prophecy written
If you feeling aint this shit
Nigga get high and go listen
in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's slick
If you agree to agree
That the greatest is Ali
You'll realize I'm the worst
More like the Cabin Boy Tom Green
If you worship MJ, Pele, and Barry
up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there
The way it looks,
met and what did or did not occur
Sitting in the station, it's all a blur
Of dancehall hips, pretentious quips
A boxers, bob and weave
And here's
ONE MORE BROKEN HEART TONIGHT
Music & Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda and Bob Martinez
Silence is gold - That’s just a lie
Baby you’re cold - I don’t know
the silence of the frozen room was shattered
By a kid who shot before he called his name
He looked up at his killer
>from the floor where he had fallen
Said,
Bob's on the radio
I'm talking to the ghost of Stevie-Ray
Down by the windmill
And Mr Tambourine man stand up and sing a little
I don't care what
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