Frank Zappa - lyrics book.doc

freak out!(the mothers of invention, 2lp, verve/mgm v/v6-5005-2, june 27, 1966)1. hungry freaks, daddy 3:27 2. i aint got no heart 2:33 3. who are the brain police? 3:33 4. go cry on somebody elses shoulder (fz/collins) 3:39 5. motherly love 2:43 6. how could i be such a fool 2:11 7. wowie zowie 2:51 8. you didnt try to call me 3:16 9. any way the wind blows 2:54 10. im not satisfied 2:38 11. youre probably wondering why im here 3:38 12. trouble every day 5:49 13. help, im a rock 4:43 14. it cant happen here 3:55 15. the return of the son of monster magnet 12:16 sunset-highland studios of ttg march 9-12, 1966produced by: tom wilson director of engineering: val valentinthe worlds most patient engineers: ami hadani & tom hidleycover design: jack aneshcover photo: ray leongthe mothers of invention:frank zappa-musical director, guitar & vocals ray collins-lead vocalist, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin & tweezers jim black-drums (also sings in some foreign language) roy estrada-bass & guitarron; boy soprano elliot ingber-alternate lead & rhythm guitar with clear white lightthe mothers auxiliarygene estes-percussioneugene di novi-pianoneil le vang-guitarjohn rotella-clarinet, saxkurt reher-celloraymond kelley-cellopaul bergstrom-celloemmet sargeant-cellojoseph saxon-celloedwin v. beach-celloarthur maebe-french horn, tubageorge price-french hornjohn johnson-tuba?carol kaye-12-string guitarvirgil evans-trumpetdavid wells-trombonekenneth watson-percussionplas johnson-sax, fluteroy caton-copyistcarl franzoni-voicevito-voicekim fowley-(featured on hypophone) benjamin barrett-contractordavid anderle+ motorhead sherwood-noisesmac rebennack (aka dr john)-piano paul butterfieldles mccann-pianojeannie vassoir-(the voice of cheese)1. hungry freaks, daddy 3:27 mothermania mister americawalk on byyour schools that do not teachmister americawalk on bythe minds that wont be reachedmister americatry to hidethe emptiness thats you insidewhen once you find that the way you liedand all the corny tricks you triedwill not forestall the rising tide ofhungry freaks, daddy . . . they wont gofor no moregreat mid-western hardware storephilosophy that turns awayfrom those who arent afraid to saywhats on their minds(the left-behinds of the great society) hungry freaks, daddy . . . mister americawalk on byyour supermarket dreammister americawalk on bythe liquor store suprememister americatry to hidethe product of your savage pridethe useful minds that it deniedthe day you shrugged and stepped asideyou saw their clothes and then you cried:those hungry freaks, daddy! they wont gofor no moregreat mid-western hardware storephilosophy that turns awayfrom those who arent afraid to saywhats on their minds(the left-behinds of the great society) 2. i aint got no heart 2:33 joes corsage fz:oz tinsel town rebellion aint got no hearti aint got no heartto give away i sit and laughat fools in lovethere aint no such thingas loveno angels singingup above today girl i dont believegirl i dont believein what you say you say your heart is only minei say to you:you must be blind!what makes you think that youreso fine?that i would throw awaythe groovy life i lead?cause, baby, what you got, yeah,it sure aint what i need girl youd better gogirl youd better go awayi think that life with you would bejust not quite the thing for mewhy is it so hard to see my way? why should i be stuck with youits just not what i want to dowhy should an embrace or twomake me such a part of you?i aint got no heart to give away3. who are the brain police? 3:33 mothermania what will you do if we let you go home,and the plastics all melted,and so is the chrome?who are the brain police? what will you do when the label comes off,and the plastics all melted,and the chrome is too soft? waaaahhhhhh!i think im gonna die . . . i think im gonna die . . . i think im going to die . . . i think im going to die . . . i think im going to die . . . i think im going to die . . . im gonna die . . . i think im going to die . . . i think im gonna die . . . im going to die . . . i think im gonna die . . . i think im gonna die . . . i think im gonna die . . . going to die! who are the brain police? what will you do if the people you knewwere the plastic that melted,and the chromium too?who are the brain police?4. go cry on someboy elses shoulder 3:39(fz/collins) joes corsage a year ago todaywas when you went awaybut now you come back knockin on my doorand you say youre back to stay,but i say . . . go cryon somebody elses shoulderim somewhat wiser nowand one whole year olderi sure dont need you nowand i dont love youanymore you cheated me baby,and told some dirty lies about mefooled around with all those other guysthats why i had to set you freei sure dont need you nowand i dont love youanymore a year ago todayyou went awayand now you come back cryin, cryindarling, please, let me inbut i dont need youno, i dont love you anymoreso go lean on . . . go cry onsomebody elses door go cryon somebody elses shoulderim somewhat wiser nowand one whole year olderi sure dont need you nowand i dont love youanymore (oh, my darling!) go ahead and crygo ahead and let the tears fall out of your eye(darling) let em fall on your dresswho cares if it makes a mess?i gave you my high school ringat the root beer standwe had a teen-age love, babyi thought it was sharpit was really so grand . . . but you cheated me babyand told some dirty lies about mefooled around with all those other guysthats why i had to get my khakis pressedi sure dont need you nowand i dont love youanymore (ba-ay-by) baby, (i-i-i-i) i love you so much, darling(i, oh, i love you) why dont you dig me?(ba-ay-by) i . . . i dig youbut you dont dig me(oh, i need you) i dont understand what it is(ba-ay-by) i . . . i had my car re-upholsteredi got my hair processed(oh, i love you) i got a nice pompadour job on it(oh, my baby)i bought a new pair of shoes(oh, my love) i got some new khakis and i met youand we went out to get a coca-cola . . . 5. motherly love 2:43 joes corsage motherly lovemotherly loveforget aboutthe brotherly and other-ly love motherly loveis just the thing for youyou know your mothers gonna love yatill ya dont know what to do the mothers got lovethatll drive ya madtheyre ravin bout the way we dono need to feel lonely . . . no need to feel sad,if we ever get a hold on youwhat you need is . . . motherly love(come on, get it now) motherly loveforget aboutthe brotherly and other-ly lovemotherly loveis just the thing for youyou know your mothers gonna love yatill ya dont know what to do natures been goodto this here banddont ever think were shysend us up some little groupiesand well take their handsand rock em till they sweat and crywhat you need is . . . motherly love(get it now) motherly loveforget aboutthe brotherly and other-ly lovemotherly loveis just the thing for youyou know your mothers gonna love yatill ya dont know what to do we can love yatill ya have a heart attackyoud best believe thats truewell bite your neckand scratch your backtill you dont know what to dowhat you need is . . . motherly lovemotherly loveforget aboutthe brotherly and other-ly lovemotherly loveis just the thing for youyou know your mothers gonna love yatill ya dont know what to do you know ive got a little motherly love for you baby, yeahyou know ive got a little motherly love for you honey, yeahyou know it doesnt bother me at all that youre only eighteen years old cause i got a little motherly love for you baby 6. how could i be such a fool 2:11 joes corsage the old masters box one mystery disc cruising with ruben & the jets fz:oz when i won your lovei was very gladevery happiness in the worldbelonged to methen our love was lostand you went awaynow i shed my tearsin lonely misery i know now that you never everreally loved meit hurts me now to think you never everreally caredi sit and ask myself a thousand timesto try and findwhat really happenedto the lovethat we shared how could i be such a foolhow could i believeall those lies you told mehow could i be taken inby your sweet faceyou spoiled our loveyou ruined my lifeim so tore downim a terrible disgrace but there will come a timeand youll regret the wayyou treated meas if i was a fooland didnt knowthe many times you liedabout your love for mesomeone else is gonna knowthat your love was just a showhow could i be such a fool?7. wowie zowie 2:51wowie zowieyour loves a treatwowie zowieyou cant be beatwowie zowie, babyyoure so neati dont even careif you shave your legs wowie zowie, babyyoure so finewowie zowie, babyplease be minewowie zowieup and down my spinei dont even careif you brush your teeth dream of you each mornini dream of you each nightjust the other day i got so shook upi dreamed of you in the afternoon i dream of you each mornini dream of you each nightjust the other day i got so shook upi had a flash in the afternoon wowie zowie, babylove me dowowie zowieand ill love you toowowie zowie, babyill be truei dont even careif your dads the heat (wowie zowie . . . ) wowiewowie zowiewowiewowie zowiewowiewowie zowiewowiewowie zowiewowiewowie zowiewowiewowie zowiewowie . . . 8. you didnt try to call me 3:16 cruising with ruben & the jets you cant do that on stage anymore vol.1 you didnt try to call mewhy didnt ya try, didnt ya trydidnt ya know i was lonely?no matter who i take homei keep on callin your nameand you . . . i need you so badyoure the one, babe tell me, tell mewhos lovin ya nowcause it worries my mind,and i cant sleep at alli stayed home on fridayjust to wait for your calland you didnt try to call me why didnt ya try, didnt ya trydidnt ya know i was lonely?no matter who i take homei keep on callin your nameand you . . . i need you so badyoure the one, babe tell me, tell mewhos lovin ya nowcause it worries my mind,and i cant sleep at alli stayed home on fridayjust to wait for your call i cant say whats right or whats wrongbut i love youall ya gotta do is call me, babecause i want youyou make me feelso excited, girli got so hung up on youfrom the moment that we met,that no matter how i try,i cant keep the tearsfrom running down my face,im all alone at my place you didnt try to call mewhy didnt ya try, didnt ya trydidnt ya know i was lonely?(baby . . . ) why didnt ya try, didnt ya try(i say, please!) didnt ya know i was lonely?i stayed home all afternoon, mani was working on my cari fixed the upholsteryi fixed the seat so it would tilt backwe were going to go to the drive-inand you didnt call me, mani waited, it was friday night, i remember, manit was nine oclock and i was sitting on homei was still watching television and you didnt try to call mewed been going steady for six weeksand . . . i thought you were my teen-age thrilli thought you were my teen angel, manbut you didnt call mei dig you so much, man, why didnt you call meif you could have seen me in the afternooni was hung up, i even washed the cari, i reprimered the right front fender, manwe were gonna go, we were gonna go outand get some root beer afterwards, man(baby!)and i was gonna show everybody my new carburettor(baby!)and you didnt try to call me (girl!) 9. any way the wind blows 2:54 the lost episodes joes corsage cruising with ruben & the jets any way the wind blowsis-a fine with meany way the wind blowsit dont matter to mecause im thru with-a fussinand-a fightin with-a youi went out and found a womanwho is gonna be trueshe makes me oh so happy nowim never ever blueany way the wind blowsany way the wind blowsany way the wind blows she is my heart and souland she loves me tenderlynow my story can be toldjust how good she is to meyes, she treats me like she loves meand she never makes me cryim gonna stick with hertill the day i dieshes not like you, babyshe would never ever lieany way the wind blowsany way the wind blowsany way the wind blows any way the wind blowsany way the wind blowsany way the wind blows now that i am freefrom the troubles of the pasttook me much too long to seethat our romance couldnt lastim gonna go awayand leave you standing at the doorill tell you, pretty baby,i wont be back no morecause you dont even knowwhat love is forany way the wind blowsany way the wind blowsany way the wind blows10. im not satisfied 2:38 cruising with ruben & the jets fz:oz yeah! got no place to go(im tired of walkingup and down the street all by myself) no love left for me to give(i tried and triedbut no one wants me the way i am)why should i pretend i liketo roam from door to doormaybe ill just kill myselfi just dont care no morebecauseim not satisfiedeverything ive triedi dont like the waylife has been abusing me yeah!yeah! who would careif i was gone(i never met no one whod care if i was dead and gone) who needs meto care for them(nobody needs mewhy should i just hang around?)why should i just sit and watchwhile the others smilei just wish that someone caredif i was happy for a whilebecauseim not satisfiedeverything ive triedi dont like the waylife has been abusing me yeah!11. youre probably wondering why im here 3:38 mothermania bop bop-bop bop-bop bop-bowbop bop-bop bop-bop bop-bow youre probably wonderingwhy im hereand so am iso am i just as much as you wonderbout me bein in this place(yeah!) thats just how much i marvelat the lameness on your faceyou rise each day the same old wayand join your friends out on the streetspray your hairand think youre neati think your life is incompletebut maybe thats not for me to saythey only pay me here to play (i wanna hear caravan with a drum sola!) youre probably wonderingwhy im hereand so am iso am i just as much as you wonderbout me starin back at you(yeah!) thats just how much i questionthe corny things you do you paint your face and then you chaseto meet the gang where the action isstomp all nightand drink your fizzroll your car and say gee whiz!you tore a big hole in your convertible topwhat will you tell your mom and pop? (mom, i tore a big hole in the convertible) youre probably wonderingwhy im hereand so am iso am i just as much as you wonderif i mean just what i say(yeah!)thats just how much i questionthe social games you play you told your mom youre stoked on tomand went for a cruise in freddies cartommys askingwhere you areyou boogied all night in a cheesy barplastic boots and plastic hatand you think you know where its at?youre probably wonderingwhy im here(not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya)12. trouble every day 5:49 you cant do that on stage anymore vol. 5 roxy & elsewhere does humor belong in music? the best band you never heard in your life well im about to get sickfrom watchin my tvbeen checkin out the newsuntil my eyeballs fail to seei mean to say that every dayis just another rotten messand when its gonna change, my friendis anybodys guess so im watchin and im waitinhopin for the besteven think ill go to prayinevery time i hear em sayinthat theres no way to delaythat trouble comin every dayno way to delaythat trouble comin every day wednesday i watched the riot . . . seen the cops out on the streetwatched em throwin rocks and stuffand chokin in the heatlistened to reportsabout the whisky passin roundseen the smoke and fireand the market burnin downwatched while everybodyon his street would take a turnto stomp and smash and bash and crashand slash and bust and burn and im watchin and im waitinhopin for the besteven think ill go to prayinevery time i hear em sayinthat theres no way to delaythat trouble comin every dayno way to delaythat trouble comin every day well, you can cool it,you can heat it . . . cause, baby, i dont need it . . . take your tv tube and eat itn all that phony stuff on sportsn all the unconfirmed reportsyou know i watched that rotten boxuntil my head begin to hurtfrom checkin out the waythe newsman say they get the dirtbefore the guys on channel so-and-so and further they assertthat any show theyll interruptto bring you news if it comes upthey say that if the place blows upthey will be the first to tell,because the boys they got downtownare workin hard and doin swell,and if anybody gets the newsbefore it hits the street,they say that no one blabs it fastertheir coverage cant be beat and if another woman drivergets machine-gunned from her seattheyll send some joker with a brownieand youll