Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (flute, tenor saxophone, vocals)
Chester Thompson (drums)
Tom Fowler (bass)
Ruth Underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion)
Bloodshot Rollin` Red (harmonica)
Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals)
She lives in Mojave in a Winnebago
His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato
She`s in love with a boy
>From the rodeo
Who pulls the rope on the chute
When they let those suckers go
He`s a slobberin` drunk at the Palomino
They give him thirty days in San Ber`dino
Well there`s forty-four men
Stashed away in tank "C"
An` there`s only one shower
But it don`t apply to Bobby
You may think they`re
Dumb an` lonely
But you`re wrong
`Cause their love is strong
Stacked-up hair
An` a cheap little ring
They don`t care
`Cause it don`t mean a thing
Looka there...
They don`t care
Best-est way that
They can feel-o
Out on the highway
Rollin` a wheel-o
He`s her Tootsie
She`s for real-o
Trailer park heaven
It`s a real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
The rest of their lives
In San Ber`dino
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
In San Ber`dino
The rest of their lives
In San Ber`dino
Come on with me
Come on with me
Come on with me
Down in San Ber`dino
Just 60 miles, 60 miles
Down the San Ber`dino freeway
They got some dark green air
An` you can choke all day
That`s right!
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
Rest of their lives
Rest of their lives
Say now
Ain`t talkin` `bout Fontana
Ain`t talkin` `bout uh uh
Ain`t talkin` `bout uh uh
Ain`t talkin` `bout uh uh
Ain`t talkin` `bout the Redlands, no no
ZULCH is the auto works
I`m telling you
That`s where they take
All the cars that they hurt
Come on and let`s all go down to San Ber`dino
Ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo
Let`s-a go down down down
Down in San Ber`dino
Wouldja b`lieve it
San Ber`dino
San Ber`dino
(Got to call it)
San Ber`dino
(C`mere)
San Ber`dino
etc., etc., etc.
The rest of their lives
In San Ber`dino
Oh Bobby, I`m sorry you gotta head like a potato
I really am