We're Only In It For The Money

EC: Uh . . . Uh . . . Uh Uh . . . Uh . . . Uh . . . d'you, are you, are you hung up? Are you hung up?
Charlotte: Outa site!
EC: Outa site, yeah—listen, uhm, d'you, are you . . .? Are you hung up?
Charlotte: Ha ha . . . ! What does that mean?
EC: Are you strung up, are you? Are you hung up?
Charlotte: I don't . . . I don't . . . I can't understand . . . Outa site!
EC: Outa site, yeah—listen, uhm, d'you, are you . . .? Are you hung up?

Gary Kellgren: One of these days I am going to erase all the tape in the world . . . In the world . . . world . . . Tomorrow I may do it . . . All the Frank Zappa masters . . . Nothing . . . Blank . . . Empty . . . Space . . . That's what they are now . . . Blank . . . Empty . . . Space . . . Oh, I know he's sitting in there, in the control room now, listening to everything I say, but I really don't care . . . Hello, Frank Zappa!

JCB: Hi, boys & girls, I'm Jimmy Carl Black, I'm the Indian of the group!

What's there to live for?
Who needs the Peace Corps?
Think I'll just drop out
I'll go to Frisco
Buy a wig and sleep
On Owsley's floor

Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy and I'm trippy
I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week and get the crabs and
Take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me
'Cause I'm stoned

Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco . . .

How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya, Frisco!
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!

Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco . . .

Hotcha!

First I'll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of Indian lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight Street
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I will sleep . . .
I will, I will go to a house
That's, that's what I will do
I will go to a house
Where there's a rock & roll band
'Cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs
But I won't care

Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends
Still running free
Hair growing out
Every hole in me

American way
How did it start?
Thousands of creeps
Killed in the park
American way
Try and explain
Scab of a nation
Driven insane
Don't cry
Gotta go bye bye
Suddenly: die die
Cop kill a creep!
Pow! Pow! Pow!

Gary Kellgren: Tomorrow I get to do another Frank Zappa creation . . . and the day after that . . . and the day after that . . .

JCB: Hi, boys & girls, I'm Jimmy Carl Black, and I'm the Indian of the group.

Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends
Still running free
Hair growing out
Every hole in me

American way
Threatened by us
Drag a few creeps
Away in a bus
American way
Prisoner: lock
Smash every creep
In the face with a rock
Don't cry
Gotta go bye bye
Suddenly: die die
Cop kill a creep!
Pow! Pow! Pow!

Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls and boys
You'll sit home and drink all night
They looked too weird, it served them right

Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls and boys
You'll sit home and drink all night
They looked too weird, it served them right

Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion
In between the moisture cream and velvet facial lotion?
Ever tell your kids you're glad that they can think?
Ever say you loved 'em? Ever let 'em watch you drink?
Ever wonder why your daughter looked so sad?
It's such a drag to have to love a plastic Mom & Dad

Mama! Mama!
Your child was killed in the park today
Shot by the cops as she quietly lay
By the side of the creeps she knew . . .
They killed her too

Pam: Well . . . operator? Hold for a minute, please . . .
FZ: Hello?
Operator: Yes, sir . . .
FZ: Ah, can you call 678-9866?
Operator: Same area code?
FZ: Yes.
Operator: Right.
FZ: Is that Vicki?
Pam: Yeah . . . He's gonna bump you off yet, he's got a gun, you know . . . (heh heh heh . . . ) If he didn't get ya in Laurel Canyon, he won't get you here.
Vicki: Hello?
Pam: Vicki?
Vicki: Yeah.
Pam: What's happening?
Vicki: Listen, your father has called me up this . . .
Pam: Now look, just don't panic but just tell me . . .
Vicki: I'm not panicking!
Pam: Okay.
Vicki: I think my phone's tapped too.
Pam: Well, don't worry, that's quite all right.
Vicki: All right . . . Your father called me up this afternoon.
Pam: Just a sec . . .

Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top
Everything's under control
Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top
'Cause you think you're gettin' too old
Don't try to do no thinkin'
Just go on with your drinkin'
Just have your fun, you old son of a gun
Then drive home in your Lincoln

I'm gonna tell you the way it is
And I'm not gonna be kind or easy
Your whole attitude stinks, I say
And the life you lead is completely empty

You paint your head
Your mind is dead
You don't even know what I just said
That's you: American womanhood!

You're phony on top
You're phony underneath
You lay in bed and grit your teeth

Madge, I want your body!
Harry, get back!
Madge, it's not merely physical!
Harry, you're a beast!

Backwards/Forwards:
Don't come in me, in me
Don't come in me, in me
Don't come in me, in me
Don't come in me, in me

Madge, I . . . Madge, I couldn't help it . . . I . . . doggone it!

What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
Some say your nose
Some say your toes
(I think it's your mind)
But I think it's your mind
(Your mind)
I think it's your mind, woo woo

All your children are poor
Unfortunate victims of systems beyond their control
A plague upon your ignorance
And the gray despair of your ugly life

Where did Annie go
When she went to town?
Who are all those creeps
That she brings around?

All your children are poor
Unfortunate victims of lies you believe
A plague upon your ignorance that keeps the young
From the truth they deserve

Suzy: I don't do publicity balling for you anymore.

FZ: The first word in this song is discorporate. It means to leave your body.

Discorporate and come with me
Shifting; drifting
Cloudless; starless
Velvet valleys and a sapphire sea
Wah Wah

Unbind your mind
There is no time
To lick your stamps
And paste them in
Discorporate
And we will begin
Wah Wah!
(Flower Power Sucks)

Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen
On comet and cupid on donner and blitzen
On up and away and afar and a go-go
Escape from the weight of your corporate logo!

Unbind your mind
There is no time
Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g
To lick your stamps
And paste them in
Discorporate
And we'll begin

Freedom! Freedom!
Kindly loving!
You'll be absolutely free
Only if you want to be

Dreaming on cushions of velvet and satin
To music by magic by people that happen
To enter the world of a strange purple Jello
The dreams as they live them are all mellow yellow

Unbind your mind
There is no time
Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g
To lick your stamps
And paste them in
Discorporate
And we'll begin

Freedom! Freedom!
Kindly loving!
You'll be absolutely free
Only if you want to be

You'll be absolutely free
Only if you want to be

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand?

Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band
I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt?

I'm goin' to the love-in to sit and play my bongos in the dirt
Yes, I'm goin' to the love-in to sit and play my bongos in the dirt

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?

I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home to bed
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home to bed

Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck?

I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me be a nervous wreck . . .

Hey Punk!
Punky!
Hey Punk!
Punk!
Hey Punk!
(Hey Punk!)
Hey Punk!
Hey Punk!
Punky!
(Hey Punk!)
Hey-hey!
(Hey Punk!)
Go man, go . . . go man, go . . .
Just a little bit softer
Golly, do I ever have a lot of soul!
Punk, I think I love you!
Come on, Roy
Questi dominga?
Let me see that nose, it didn't . . .
Orale! I wanna know for sure!
Leave my nose alone please!
What are you trying to do?
He's gonna stand over there
Bigashi' nunga!
But this is Cheetah
Buirote
Chita!

FZ on the right:
It's one of the most exciting things that's ever happened to me. You know, every time I think about how lucky I am to be in the rock & roll industry, it's so exciting. You know, when I first got into the rock & roll business I could barely even play the changes to this song on my, on my guitar. But now I'm very proficient at it, I can play the guitar, I can strum it rhythmically, I can sing along with my guitar as I strum. I can strum, sing, dance, I can make merry fun all over the stage. And you know, it's so wonderful to— It's wonderful to feel that I'm doing something for the kids, because I know that the kids and their music are where it's at. The youth of America today is so wonderful. And I'm proud to be a part of this gigantic mass deception. I hope she sees me twirling, yes. I hope she sees me dancing and twirling, I will say, "Hello, dolly!" Is the song over?

FZ on the left:
Boy, this is really exciting, making a rock & roll record. I can't even wait until our record comes out and the teen-agers start to buy it. We'll all be rich and famous! When my royalty check comes I think I'm going to buy a Mustang. No, I think I'll— I think I'll get a Corvette. No, I think I'll get a Harley Davidson. No, I don't think I'll buy any of those cars. I think what I will do is I will buy a boat. No, that wouldn't be good either. I think, ah, I'll go into real estate. I think I would like to— I think I would like to buy La Cienega Boulevard. No, that wouldn't do any good. Gee, I wonder if they can see me up here, twirling my tambourine and dancing . . . Maybe after the show one of the girls who sees me up here, singing and twirling my tambourine and dancing, will like me. And she will come over to me and I will walk— I will walk up to her and I will smile at her and I will impress her and I will say, "Hello, baby, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? I'm from a rock & roll band, I think we should . . ." Is the song over?

Center mumbling:
Ay, ay!
Mingia!
There she is!
Ay!
Buirote.
When do we get paid for this?
Ay, ay!
. . . papa . . . huevos
Huevos? Rock, bop, rock & roll
Rock, bop. . .
One more time!
Un . . .
Stop sloppy rock & roll
Bop bop bop!
Yeah! Wheee!

Gary Kellgren: He is working the controls because all producers love to turn knobs . . . They think it is the way they can create . . . I wonder what everyone else is whispering about . . . ?

Backwards:
Better look around before you say you don't care
Shut your f— mouth about the length of my hair
How would you survive
If you were alive
Shitty little person?

EC: Beautiful! God! It's God! I see God!

Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn't know
Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work
Selling lamps and chairs to San Ber'dino squares
And I still remember Mama with her apron and her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe

Whizzing and pasting and pooting through the day
Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away
And all the while on a shelf in the shed
Kenny's little creatures on display

Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
A marvel to be seen: dysentery green
While Kenny and his buddies had a game out in the back
Let's make the water turn black

We see them after school in a world of their own
To some it might seem creepy what they do
The neighbors on the right sat and watched them every night
I'll bet you'd do the same if they was you

Whizzing and pasting and pooting through the day
Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away
And all the while on a shelf in the shed
Kenny's little creatures on display

Ronnie's in the Army now and Kenny's taking pills
Oh, how they yearn to see a bomber burn
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine
Wait till the fire turns green
Wait till the fire turns green
Wait till the fire turns green

Dick Kunc: This would be a little bit of vocal teen-age heaven, right here on Earth!

Ronnie Williams: (backwards) Dodn-do-do-dodn-dodn-dodn-dada

The idiot bastard son
The father's a Nazi in Congress today
The mothers's a hooker somewhere in L.A.

The idiot bastard son
Abandoned to perish in back of a car
Kenny will stash him away in a jar
The idiot boy!

Motorhead: I never won it because I was too small to start with.

?: How, look out!

Motorhead: I used to drink some bad stuff . . . Wine, all kinds of wine! I would mix seven different varieties . . .

Bunk: Had the hots for [...]

JCB: Wah, wah, wah.

Bunk?: over by the [...]

Motorhead: Thunderbird wine . . . I don't know but I chugged a fifth of White Port once and passed out one day (heh heh) . . . and I drank a quart of beer just before that . . . and we were out riding around in the desert.

Bunk: Thomas's wine mix is . . . very strange . . . Anyway . . .

Backwards:
. . . at the college . . .
. . . they sell it.
Which one?
Wait! You [...] that girl.
No kiddin'?
Whoa, uh.
You showed 'em.
Drag the line!

Try and imagine
The window all covered in green
All the time he would spend
At the church he'd attend
Warming his pew

Kenny will feed him and Ronnie will watch
The child will thrive and grow
And enter the world
Of liars and cheaters and people like you
Who smile and think you know
What this is about

You think you know everything
Maybe so
The song we sing
Do you know?
We're listening
The idiot boy!

Try and imagine
The window all covered in green
All the time he would spend
All the colors he'd blend
Where are they now?

Gary Kellgren: Right now I have two hit records on the charts, but it has not made me any money. It has only brought me fame and glory, and a lot of work. Which I do, really not care to tell . . .

You're a lonely little girl
But your mommy and your daddy don't care
You're a lonely little girl

The things they say
Just hurt your heart
It's too late now
For them to start
To understand
The way you feel
The world for them
Is too unreal
So you're lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely little girl

All your children are poor
Unfortunate victims of systems beyond their control
A plague upon your ignorance
And the gray despair of your ugly life

Where did Annie go
When she went to town?
Who are all those creeps
That she brings around?

All your children are poor
Unfortunate victims of lies . . .

Where did Annie go
When she went . . .

There will come a time when everybody
Who is lonely will be free
To sing and dance and love

There will come a time when every evil
That we know will be an evil
That we can rise above

Who cares if hair is long or short
Or sprayed or partly grayed
We know that hair ain't where it's at

There will come a time when you won't even
Be ashamed if you are fat!

Wah Wah Wah Wah

Wah Wah Wah Wah

There will come a time when everybody
Who is lonely will be free
To sing and dance and love
(Dance and love)

There will come a time when every evil
That we know will be an evil
That we can rise above
(Rise above)

Who cares if you're so poor you can't afford
To buy a pair of Mod A Go-Go stretch-elastic pants
There will come a time when you can even
Take your clothes off when you dance

What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
(Darling, when I . . . )
What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
(Darling, when I look in your eyes . . . )
Some say your nose
Some say your toes
(My dearest, my darling, my . . . darling darling . . . )
But I think it's your mind
(My darling)
I think it's your mind
(The ugliest part of your darling)
I think it's your mind
(Your mind is ugly)
I think it's your mind
(Your mind . . .)
I think it's your mind
I think it's your mind
I think your mind is the ugliest part of your body
(Your body, your body, your body, your body . . . )
I think your mind is the ugliest part of your body
(Your mind is ugly)
I think your mind is the ugliest part of your body
(Would you please leave my nose alone!)
(Your body, your body)
(Let go of my nose, my nose, thank you!)
Your body, your body . . .

Do it again!
Do it again!

We are the other people
We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you

Do you think that I'm crazy?
Out of my mind?
Do you think that I creep in the night
And sleep in a phone booth?

Lemme take a minute and tell you my plan
Lemme take a minute and tell who I am
If it doesn't show
Think you better know
I'm another person

Do you think that my pants are too tight?
Do you think that I'm creepy?
Lemme take a minute and tell you my plan
Lemme take a minute and tell who I am
If it doesn't show
Think you better know
I'm another person

We are the other people
We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you

We are the other people
We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you

Do you think that I love you
Stupid and blind?
Do you think that I dream through the night
Of holding you near me?

Lemme take a minute and tell you my plan
Lemme take a minute and tell who I am
If it doesn't show
Think you better know
I'm another person

Arbitrary!
Arbitrary!
Arbitrary!