Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Ensemble: (singing)
Galoot co-log-nuh!
Thing-fish:
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
De killer co-log-nuh!
Ensemble:
Galoot
Co-log-nuh!
Thing-fish:
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
Galoot, galoot,
De killer co-log-nuh! thass right!
De killer co-log-nuh! thass right!
Well, de gubnint dint fine out rights away bout...
Ensemble:
De mammy nuns
Thing-fish:
Dats right!
Ensemble:
De mammy nuns
Thing-fish:
Well, deys too damn excited bout de sissies dey was knockin off, n workin up an uncreedable variety of theoretical scenarios, to explain away how come de fagnits all be croakin at de same
In -
Ensemble:
November!
Thing-fish:
De month o novembuh, reekin of tainted co-log-num! dey booked in de heavy pseudo re-lij-mus talent to pronunciate de doc-trine of biblical retributium!
Ensemble:
Moving the project forward!
Thing-fish:
Figgin dat to be...
Ensemble:
Da-da-dee-dahh!
Thing-fish:
A sho-fi explumation, suitable fo domestical...
Ensemble:
Assuagement!
Thing-fish:
Natchilly, a substantial number o severely ignint white folks went fo it, hook, line, n shrinker!
By dat time, de mammy nuns had already sprouted dem tato heads, n was in de process of growin out dey nakkins...
Also, by a peculiar corinsidence, wes all up fo parole at de same time! thass right! you figgit out!
Once wes out de joint, we faced a hard time in de depressium...couldnt get no sembly line woik, n since de nakkins wes wearin atchly be growin outs our bodies, we was labelled as over-q
Ied fo janitorical deployment!
Onliest good thang bout bein a mammy nun is we be mo-less un-destructable! whatever dey done whiffed up befo dont do shit to us now! fact, we jes mights be de onliest thangs left walkin i
U.s.a., now de mystry re-zease gone outa control!
Ensemble:
Just like you!
Thing-fish:
Just like you! I see some of yall be frownin ...cause mebbe ythink what is tellin ya is a lie! how bout it, folks? whatcha say? Id dat right?
Ensemble:
Yes, it sho is!
Thing-fish:
Well, les jes have a test...how many o you nice folks think I knows what is talkin bout? raise yhain up! uh-huh! an how many thinks my potato been bakin too long? raise yo mizzable hain
Uh-huh!
Now...how many you folks is convinced de gubnint be totally unconcerned wit de proliferatium o undesirable tenants in de condominium o life? an how many folks believe they number wont come
Next time de breeze blow fum de easterly directium?
Les face it, peoples! ugly as I mights be, I am yo futchum!
les yall prefer permanent storage or a condo in atlantis.
Ensemble:
They could really get down there!
Thing-fish:
Dey could really get down dere, but, is de only protexium you got!
Now, durin de intromissium, de sisters be sellin some mash potatoes in de lobby, right over by de -
Ensemble:
Pyramid!
Thing-fish:
In de vicinity o de...
Ensemble:
Squid decor!
Thing-fish:
neath de planet o de big ol giant...
Ensemble:
Underwater door!
Thing-fish:
A generous good-will offerin are required...jes let yo conscience be yo guide...
Ensemble:
Blue light!
Thing-fish:
Jes follow de blue light, down de aisle to de potatoes durin de intromissium...
Ensemble:
Light, light, light, light...
Blue light...
Blue light...
Ensemble:
...an while yall be thinkin about de blue light, an yall be decidin whether or not yo immunity gwine hold up til de end o de show, is bout to address myseff to de re-educatement o de
Ly muthafuckers over deahhh.
Ensemble:
You cant even speak your own fucking language!
Thing-fish:
What on urf do you mean: my language? I got yo language hangin, boy, long wif a two-week supply of ignint mcnugget, de breakfast o champiums!
Ensemble:
Dont let your meat loaf! huh-huh-huh!
Thing-fish:
Huh? kiss my mcnugget!
Ensemble:
Your micro-nanette!
Thing-fish:
Ykin kiss my micro-nanette too! dont forget de galoot!
Ensemble:
Galoot co-log-nuhhhhhh!
Thing-fish:
Galoot colognum!
