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Frank Zappa – Prologue lyrics

[Fz rhythm guitar
Tommy Mars keyboards
Arthur Barrow bass
Chad Wackerman drums]


Once upon a time, musta been 'round October, few years back, in one o' dose top secret labmo-Tories de gubbnint keep stashed away underneath Virginia, an evil prince, occasion'ly employed as a part-time theatrical criticizer set to woikin' on a plot for de systematic genocidical remove'lance of all unwanted highly-rhythmic individj'lls an' sissy-boys!

De cocksucker done whiffed up a secret potium. .. An' right 'long wid it, de atrocious idea dat what he been boilin' up down deahhhh jes' mights be de final solutium to de white main's 'boidennn', ef yo' acquire my drift. ..

Well, he were sure he had a good thing goin'. .. But, dere was always de possobility dat somethin' might fuck up, so, he planned to have a little test, jes' to check it all out befo' he dump't it in de wattuh supply.

Sho'tly denafter, wit high-Level gubnint corobberatium, he arranged to have a good-will visit to san quentim, 'long wit some country-westin mu-zishnin's, 'n sprinkle a little bit of it on some of de boys in deahhh (since dey done used a few of 'em befo' when dey was messin' wit de zyph'liss).

So, heah dey come wit de potium, dump'nit all in de mash potatoes!

Den dey wen' up to de warden's office fo' some hot toddy, watchin' a little football while dey's waitin' to see what gone happen!

Fact o' de matter were: nothin' happened, so dey went off'n dribbled it in a special shipnint of galoot co-Log-Nuh dat went out 'bouts november!

Next thing y'know, fagnits be droppin' off like flies. .. 'long wit a large number of severely-tanned individj'lls, pre-zumnably of hay'chen extrakment!

But not de boys in de rest home! Oh no! Mixin' de shit wit de mash potatoes done smoothed it out a little, so's it wouldn't kill yo' ass, but, it sho' would make y'ugly! 'n ef y'was already ugly, it'd make yo ass mean 'n ugly. .. 'n ef you was already mean 'n ugly, it'd turn ya into a strange, unknown kreetchuh, never befo' seen on broadway!

Thass right! It'd turn ya' into a 'mammy nun'! Head like a potato. .. Lips like a duck. .. Big ol' hands, puffin' up! Big ones! Science! Me-jev'l re-Lij-mus costumery all over yo' body! Yow! Oh yeah! Mmmm-hmmm!

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