SHEIK YERBOUTI

Frank Zappa lead guitar, vocals
Adrian Belew rhythm guitar, vocals
Tommy Mars keyboards, vocals
Peter Wolf keyboards, butter
Patrick O'Hearn bass, vocals
Ed Mann percussion, vocals
David Ocker clarinets on Wild Love
Napoleon M. Brock background vocals
Andre Lewis background vocals
Randy Thornton background vocals
Davey Moire background vocals

produced by Frank Zappa
all selections except Rubber Shirt composed by Frank Zappa
Rubber Shirt is attributable to Zappa, Bozzio & O'Hearn
engineers for basic tracks: Peter Henderson/Davey Moire/Claus Wiedemann/Kerry McNab
remote recording facilities: The Basing Street Truck/The Manor Truck/The RCA Truck/The Ol' Four Track
overdub engineer: Joe Chicarelli
remix engineers: Joe Chicarelli/Frank Zappa; assistant: Barbara Issak
studio facilities: The Village Recorders
disc mastering engineer: Bob Ludwig; disc facility: Master Disc
art director: John Williams
cover photos: Lynn Goldsmith; inside photo: Gail Zappa
all selections published by Munchkin Music, ASCAP
©1979

I Have Been In You 3:33
Flakes 6:41
Broken Hearts Are For Assholes 3:46
I'm So Cute 4:20

Jones Crusher 2:49
What Ever Happened To All The Fun In The World 0:33
Rat Tomago 5:15
We've Got To Get Into Something Real 0:32
Bobby Brown 2:43
Rubber Shirt 2:58
The Sheik Yerbouti Tango 2:44

Baby Snakes 1:50
Tryin' To Grow A Chin 3:32
City Of Tiny Lites 5:30
Dancin' Fool 3:43
Jewish Princess 3:16

Wild Love 4:10
Yo' Mama 12:38

side one

1 I HAVE BEEN IN YOU/Zappa

lead vocal: Zappa
basic track recorded live
at the Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: lots of 'em

I have been in you, baby
And you
Have been in me
And we
Have be
So intimately
Entwined
And it sure was fine

I have been in you, baby
And you
Have been in me
And so you see
We
Have be so together
I thought that we would never
Return from forever
Return from forever
Return from forever . . .

You
Have been in me
And understandably
I have been in 'n' outa you
An' everywhere
You want me to
Yes, you know it's true;

And while
I was inside
I mighta been
Undignified
And that is maybe
Why you cried
I don't know
Maybe so,
But what's the difference now?

I have been in you, baby
You have been in me
Aw' little girl, there ain't no time
To wash yer stinky hand
Go 'head 'n' roll over
I'm goin' in you again
In you again
In you again
In you again . . .

I'm goin' in you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!

I'm going in you again, baby
'N' can go in me too,
That's true
I'm goin' in you again, baby
'N' later when we get through
I'm goin' in you again-ahh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahh

2. FLAKES/Zappa

lead vocals: Zappa & Belew
basic track recorded live
at the Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: lots

Flakes! Flakes!
Flakes! Flakes!
They don't do no good
They never be workin'
When they oughta should
They waste your time
They're wastin' mine
California's got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them

Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
They got the Flakes

Flakes! Flakes!

They can't fix yer brakes
You ask 'em, "Where's my motor?"
"Well, it was eaten by snakes . . . "

You can stab 'n' shoot 'n' spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' an' lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy

Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
[Take it away, Bob . . . ]

I asked as nice as I could
If my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, the whole damn weekend
Came 'n' went, Frankie
[Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?]
'N' they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday

You know, no matter what you do,
They gonna cheat 'n' rob you
Then they'll send you a bill
That'll get your senses reelin'
And if you do not pay
They got computer collectors
That'll get you so crazy
'Til your head'll go through th' ceilin'
Yes it will!

I'm a moron 'n' this is my wife
She's frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All what we got here's
American made
It's a little bit cheesey,
But it's nicely displayed
Well we don't get excited when it
Crumbles 'n' breaks
We just get on the phone
And call up some Flakes
They rush on over
'N' wreck it some more
'N' we are so dumb
They're linin' up at our door
Well, the toilet went crazy
Yersterday afternoon
The plumber he says
"Never flush a tampoon!"
This great information
Cost me half a week's pay
And the toilet blew up
Later on the next day ay-eee-ay
Blew up the next day
WOO-OOO

We are millions 'n' millions
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let it upset you
Can't escape the conclusion
It's probably God's Will
That civilization
Will grind to a standstill
And we are the people
Who will make it all happen
While yer children is sleepin',
Yer puppy is crappin'
You might call us Flakes
Or something else you might coin us
But we know you're so greedy
That you'll probably join us

We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you

3 BROKEN HEARTS ARE FOR ASSHOLES/Zappa

lead vocals: Zappa, Bozzio & O'Hearn
basic track recorded live
at the Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: lots

Hey! Do you know what you are?
You're an asshole! An ASSHOLE!

Some of you might not agree
'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
But think a while and you will see . . .
Broken hearts are for assholes
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole?
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole too?
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole . . .

Maybe you think you're a lonely guy
Maybe you think you're too tough to cry
So you went to The Grape,
Just to give it a try
And Dagmar
Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life
Was his name . . .
One Two Three Four!
The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his
Pancake make-up
And yet he was a beautiful lady
Nearly drove you insane
Let's talk about Leather: LEATHERRRRRR
And so you kissed a little sailor
Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton Production:
Who had just blew in from Spain
"Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf"
You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel
The story of a demented bread-boffer
And acted like it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko
Then on Tuesday night, Ceasar's back in town
In a way you can't explain
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match
With Kona . . .

And so you worked the wall with Michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite
Which gave your back an awful strain
Volcanic Hell
But you came back on Sunday for the gong show
Next Thursday, teen town's finest
But you forgot what I was sayin'
'Cause you're an asshole, You're an asshole
That's right
You're an asshole, you're an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an asshole
That's right
You're an asshole, you're an asshole

Now you been to The Grape 'n' you been to The Chest
'N' now I think you know what you are: you're an asshole

You say you can't live with what you've been through
Well, ladies you can be an asshole too
You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you
But don't fool yerself girl
It's lookin' at you
Don't fool yerself girl
It's winkin' at you
Don't fool yerself girl
It's blinkin' at you
That's why I say
I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Corn hole
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Fist fuck
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Wrist-watch: Crisco
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Pud!
Don't fool yerself, girl,
It's goin' right up yer poop chute
Don't fool yerself, girl,
It's goin' right up yer poop chute
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I knew you'd be surprised . . .

4 I'M SO CUTE/Zappa

lead vocal: Bozzio
basic track recorded at sound check
Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: lots

One Two Three Four!

Feelin' sorry
Feelin' sad
So many ugly people
I feel bad
I'm so cute
They're so homely
Some of them
At home 'n' lonely
Wish they could be
Very cute like me
But they will never
Get to be
Some folks got it
Some folks don't
Some so ugly
They never won't

Everybody
See his hair
See his clothes
I'm sure you care
Terry Ted
Is really sweet
Watch the way he keep the beat
Sweet as honey
He's a piece of cake
From the ginseng root
'N' stuff he take
Vitamin E
'N' all the B's
He's so cool he'll make you freeze
Make you freeze
Make you freeze
Excuse me please

Step aside
I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna strut
I'm gonna slide
Hey, ugly folks,
Go get some cyanide
An' die
DIE DIE DIE DIE

A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-rennda-rennda-rahhh
(etc. repeats)

Ugly is bad
And bad is wrong
And wrong is sinful
And sin leads to eternal damnation
An' hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Arrrrrrghhhhhhh!

I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
(etc. repeats)

side two

1 JONES CRUSHER/Zappa

lead vocal: Belew
basic track recorded at the Palladium, NYC
over-dubs: feedback guitar

My baby's got
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Well my baby's got
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
Jones crushin' love
She don't merely fit like a glove
That little girl's got the jones
That little girl's got the jones
That little girl's got the jones

She's tryin' to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Well, she's tryin' to
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
Grind up my jones
She don't never wanna leave it alone
She can push; she can shove
Till it's just a nub
Just a nub
Just a nub

Here she comes
With her red dress on
Steam shoots out
From the sprinklers on the lawn
The eyes be rollin'
On the concrete fawn
The wind can't blow
'Cause the sky is gone
The wind can't blow
'Cause the sky is gone
The wind can't blow
'Cause the sky is gone
Jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
She's a jones crusher, jones crusher
Deadly jaws, better get the gauze
(etc. ad lib)

2 WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO ALL THE FUN IN THE WORLD/ZAPPA

vocals: Moire, Bozzio, O'Hearn

What ever happened to all the fun in the world?
Larry's not with us any more; he went on y'know
Yeah
Yeah
He bit the big one
Ahem
Yeah
Well, he's got his own little piece of heaven now

3 RAT TOMAGO/ZAPPA

live instrumental recorded at
the Deutschland Halle, Berlin
over-dubs: none

4 WE'VE GOT TO GET INTO SOMETHING REAL/ZAPPA

vocals: Bozzio, O'Hearn, Moire

Listen to him go!
Wait a minute; we gotta get somethin' real happenin' here
He's in there spendin' thousands of dollars 'n' shit . . .
We should make this worthwhile
We should
We should get into something REAL
Ho Ho
LEATHER!
No, man, he's not interested in Leather . . . shit
That shit's been fuckin' rubbed in the ground
Hmmmm
Christ, that's goin' on two tours old now . . .
We gotta come up with some new shit . . .

5 BOBBY BROWN/ZAPPA

lead vocal: Zappa
basic track recorded live
at the Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: lots

Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp 'n' I'm
Actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her

Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch
I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich

Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the American dream
But now I smell like Vaseline
An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady . . . I don't know which

So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me 'n' a friend
Sorta of drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'Long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the American dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred!"
Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic!
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I'm goin' down,
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I'm goin' down, etc.

6 RUBBER SHIRT/ZAPPA

Zappa, Bozzio, O'Hearn

SPECIAL NOTE: The bass part is extracted from a four track master of a performance from Goteborg, Sweden 1974 which I had Patrick O'Hearn overdub on a medium tempo guitar solo track in 4/4. The notes chosen were more or less specified during the overdub session, and so it was not completely an improvised "bass solo." A year and a half later, the bass track was peeled off the Swedish master and transferred to one track of another studio 24 track master for a slow song in 11/4. The result of this experimental re-synchronization (the same technique was used on the Zoot Allures album in "Friendly Little Finger") is the piece you are listening to. All of the sensitive, interesting interplay between the bass and drums never actually happened . . . also note, the guitar solo section of the song "Yo' Mama" on side four was done the same way.

7 THE SHEIK YERBOUTI TANGO/ZAPPA

basic track recorded live
at Deutschland Halle, Berlin
over-dubs: none

NOTE: This selection and "Rat Tomago" were recorded on a portable four track Scully. The sound quality is not as clear as other parts of the album, but what the fuck . . .

side three

1 BABY SNAKES/Zappa

lead vocal: Zappa
basic track recorded live
at the Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: lots

Baby Snakes
Late at night is when they come out
Baby Snakes
Sure you know what I'm talkin' about
Pink 'n' wet
They make the best kinda pet
Baby
Baby
Snakes

Looked around
An' there's a couple right near me
Baby Snakes
Maybe I think they can probably hear me
Pink 'n' wet
I'll take all I can get
Baby
Baby
Baby Sna-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-kes, Yeah

They live in a ho-ho-hole
(Tiny hole)
That is usually empty
(Usually empty; tiny too)
They live by a code
(Dit dit dit dit)
That is usually SMPTE
Which stands for
Society of Motion Picture & Television Engineers
Maybe I think
That is what keeps them in sync
They're wet 'n' they're pink
I think I'll give 'em a, give 'em a,
Give 'em a drink

Baby Sna-a-a-a-a-akesss

2 TRYIN' TO GROW A CHIN/ZAPPA

lead vocal: Bozzio
basic track recorded live
at the Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: a few

Hey! I'm only fourteen
Sickly 'n' thin
Tried all of my life
Just to grow me a chin
It popped out once
But my dad pushed it in
Why did he hurt me?
He's my next of kin . . .
He's a mex-i-kin

I'm lonely 'n' green;
Too small for my shirt
If Simmons was here
I could feature my hurt
Scared of the future
Hope I don't grow
I know nobody likes me
'Cause everywhere I go
They say NO
They say NO
They say NO

Now I am older
Got a place in the town, babe
Got a chin on my shoulder
'N' it keeps growing down 'n' down 'n' down
I'm horny 'n' lonely
'N' I wish I was dead
Why am I livin'?
I wanna be dead instead
That's right, I said
I wanna be dead instead
Now dig this:

I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
'Cause that would thrill me
I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
'Cause that would thrill me
(etc. repeat)

3 CITY OF TINY LIGHTS/ZAPPA

lead vocal: Belew
basic track recorded live
at the Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: a few

City of tiny lites
Don't you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightin'
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny sheets
Talkin' bout those tiny cookies
That the peoples eats

City of tiny lites
Maybe you should know
That it's over there
In the tiny dirt somewhere
You can see it any time
When you get the squints
From your downers and your wine
You're so big
It's so tiny
Every cloud is silver line-y
The great escape for all of you
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do

City of tiny lites
Don't you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightin'
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny tiny sheets
Talkin' bout them tiny cookies
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats

And it's over there
It's over there
It's over there
It's over there

4 DANCIN' FOOL/ZAPPA

lead vocal: Zappa
basic track recorded live
at the Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: lots

Don't know much about dancin'
That's why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
'N' both my feet's too long
'Course now right along with 'em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin' every night
Hopin' one day I might get it right
I'm a dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat
But I can't compete, 'cause I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool

The disco folks all dressed up
Like they's fit to kill
I walk on in 'n' see 'em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin'
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit
My social suicide, I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa

I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirt's half open, t'show you my chains
'N' the spoon for up my nose
I am really somethin'
That's what you'd prob'ly say
So smoke your little smoke
Drink your little drink
While I dance the night away, I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool, etc., etc.

I may be totally wrong but I'm a
I may be totally wrong but I'm a
I may be totally wrong but I'm a
FOOL-uh!

Hey darlin' . . . can I buy ya a drink?
Lookin' for Mister Goodbar? Here he is . . .
Wait a minute . . . I've got it . . . you're an Italian!
Hah?
Yer Jewish?
Love your nails . . . you must be a Libra . . .
Your place or mine?

5 JEWISH PRINCESS/ZAPPA

lead vocal: Zappa
basic track recorded live
at the Palladium, NYC
over-dubs: lots

I want a nasty little Jewish Princess
With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses
A horny little Jewish Princess
With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma
Lonely inside
Well, she can swallow my pride

I want a hairy little Jewish Princess
With a brand new nose, who knows where it goes
I want a steamy little Jewish Princess
With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums
I don't want no troll
I just want a Yemenite hole

I want a darling little Jewish Princess
Who don't shit about cooking and is arrogant looking
A vicious little Jewish Princess
To specifically happen with a pee-pee that's snapin'
All up inside
I just want a Princess to ride

Awright, back to the top . . . everybody twist!

I want a funky little Jewish Princess
A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper
A brazen little Jewish Princess
With titanic tits, and sand-blasted zits
She can even be poor
So long as she does it with four on the floor
(Vapor-lock)

I want a dainty little Jewish Princess
With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters
A fragile little Jewish Princess
With Roumanian thighs, who weasels 'n' lies
For two or three nights
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites

side four

1 WILD LOVE/ZAPPA

vocals: Zappa, Brock, Bozzio, Mars, Thornton
basic track recorded live
at the Odeon Hammersmith, London
over-dubs: lots

Many well-dressed people
In several locations
Are kissing quite a bit
Later in the evening
Leaves will fall
Tears will flow
Wind will blow
Some rain; some snow
A fireplace maybe
A kiss or two
And down they'll go
But that's the way it goes sometimes
You just might find yerself in the clutches of some
Wild Love

Mama stroked his dinger
Daddy got a stinky finger
In those days of long ago
Later in the evening
She'd complain
They'd refrain
He'd go home 'n' hone his bone
A tragic case maybe
But also true
I'm sure you know
But that's the way it goes sometimes
You just might find yourself in the clutches of some
Wild Love

Now'days you get dressed up
'N' later you get messed up
But still you're pretty hip
Later in the evening
You'll explain
She'll remain
You're real modern
She's the same
A frantic pace maybe
But who's to say
Where it will go

2 YO' MAMA/ZAPPA

lead vocal: Zappa
basic track for vocal sections and middle of guitar solo were recorded live at the Odeon hammersmith, London; guitar solo is from a four track recording made in some little town outside of Nurnberg that I can't remember the name of.
over-dubs: lots

Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
She could do your laundry 'n' cook for you
Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
You're really kinda stupid 'n' ugly too

(verse repeats)

You ain't really made for bein' out in the street
Ain't much hope for a fool like you
'Cause if you play the game, you will get beat

Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
She could do your laundry 'n' cook for you
Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
You're really kinda stupid 'n' ugly too
And
You should never smoke in pajamas
You might start a fire 'n' burn yer face
Maybe you'll return to Managua
You could go unnoticed in such a place

all lyrics © 1979 Munchkin Music, ASCAP except "Broken Hearts Ar For Assholes," © 1977 Munchkin Music ASCAP [...]