Here's a special request . . . hope you'll enjoy it!
I tried to find
How my heart
Could be so blind, dear
How could I be fooled
Just like the rest
You came on strong
With your fast car
And your class ring
Soft voice and your sad eyes
I fell for the whole thing
I don't regret
Having met
Up with a girl who
Breaks hearts like they were
Nothing at all
I've done it too
Now I know
Just what it feels like
And just like I said
There's no regrets [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/f/frank_zappa/america_drinks_goes_home.html ]
. . . Well, it's about time to close . . . I hope you've had as much fun as we have. Don't forget the jam session Sunday . . . MANDY TENSION will be by, playing his xylophone troupe. It's really been a lot of fun. Monday night is the dance contest night: THE TWIST CONTEST . . . we're gonna give away peanut butter & jelly & baloney samwiches for all of ya. IT REALLY HAS BEEN FUN. I hope we've played your requests . . . the songs you like to hear . . . LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL! Drink it up, folks. Wonnerful. Nice to see you, Bob . . . how's it goin'? How's the kids? Wonnerful. Nice to see ya. Yes. BILL BAILEY? Oh . . . we'll get to that tomorrow night. Yeah. CARAVAN (with a drum sola)? Right. Yeah . . . we'll do that. Wonnerful. Nice to see you again. Yeah.
LA LA LA LA LAH-H-H-H!
DOWN AT THE POMPADOUR A-GO-GO
LA LA LA LA LAH-H-H-H!
VO DO DEE OH PEE PEE
SHOOBE DOOT-N-DAH-DAH-DAH
YA DA DA-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H!
NA NYA DA DA DA DA DAH-H-H-H-H-H!
Nite all.
Smarmy lounge singer (years before bill murray perfected the character) reprises the lyrics to america drinks (first song in this song cycle named "the m. 0. I. [mothers of invention] american pageant". Where the first song, "america drinks," were these same lyrics played without tempo over a boogaloo cymbal background, now the lyrics have been assimilated into plastic american culture such that this insincere lounge singer can sing them to a drunken, increasingly brawling and disorderly crowd. He's trying to close the house and maintains his cool patter while fighting breaks out and grows increasingly loud and distracting until the chaos is front and center by the end of the song. Meaning seems to be that american society is drowning in trivial chaos.