The Downtown Talent Scout Lyrics

Song	The Downtown Talent Scout
Artist	Frank Zappa
Album	You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore, Vol. 5
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	作词 : Zappa
	Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
	Elliot ingber (rhythm guitar)
	Roy estrada (bass)
	Jimmy carl black (drums)
	Ray collins (tambourine)
	The kids are freaking out
	Everybody's goin' nuts
	The heats out every night
	To call up names and kick thier butts
	But everytime you turn around
	You'll see some joker staring back
	He's got a secret tape recorder
	And a camera in a sack
	Pretending that he's just another
	Of the kiddies freaking out
	But they pay him off in acid
	Cos he's a downtown talent scout
	He's got your name
	And he's got your face
	He's got your ex-old lady's place
	He's here to see whats goin down
	And they don't believe the things he's found
	The badges gleam and the minors scream
	When he pulls on the scene
	They got no warrants in their pockets
	But that badge makes them supreme
	You kids are smoking dandelions
	You're sniffing paper bags baby
	You're dropping good n' plenties
	We can tell your posture sags
	Now line up here against the wall
	Your bodies frail and thin
	And open up your pockets
	While we dump the evidence in
	Well they know that smoking flowers
	Won't win a case in court
	And they know that good n' plenties
	Aren't the psychedelic sort
	But they tear your place apart
	Because they simply couldn't pass
	A chance to drag some freaks downtown
	For smoking devil grass
	Well you never get your day in court
	The food downtown is foul
	The day of trial you nearly die
	With maggots in your bowel
	But modern law and justice
	Has advanced to such a point
	That a jury trial is useless
	They simply take you to the joint
	Cause after all you look so freaky
	How could anyone believe
	That what you think and what you feel
	Comes close at all to what is real
	Blow your harmonica son

	zuo ci : Zappa
	Frank zappa lead guitar, vocals
	Elliot ingber rhythm guitar
	Roy estrada bass
	Jimmy carl black drums
	Ray collins tambourine
	The kids are freaking out
	Everybody' s goin' nuts
	The heats out every night
	To call up names and kick thier butts
	But everytime you turn around
	You' ll see some joker staring back
	He' s got a secret tape recorder
	And a camera in a sack
	Pretending that he' s just another
	Of the kiddies freaking out
	But they pay him off in acid
	Cos he' s a downtown talent scout
	He' s got your name
	And he' s got your face
	He' s got your exold lady' s place
	He' s here to see whats goin down
	And they don' t believe the things he' s found
	The badges gleam and the minors scream
	When he pulls on the scene
	They got no warrants in their pockets
	But that badge makes them supreme
	You kids are smoking dandelions
	You' re sniffing paper bags baby
	You' re dropping good n' plenties
	We can tell your posture sags
	Now line up here against the wall
	Your bodies frail and thin
	And open up your pockets
	While we dump the evidence in
	Well they know that smoking flowers
	Won' t win a case in court
	And they know that good n' plenties
	Aren' t the psychedelic sort
	But they tear your place apart
	Because they simply couldn' t pass
	A chance to drag some freaks downtown
	For smoking devil grass
	Well you never get your day in court
	The food downtown is foul
	The day of trial you nearly die
	With maggots in your bowel
	But modern law and justice
	Has advanced to such a point
	That a jury trial is useless
	They simply take you to the joint
	Cause after all you look so freaky
	How could anyone believe
	That what you think and what you feel
	Comes close at all to what is real
	Blow your harmonica son

	zuò cí : Zappa
	Frank zappa lead guitar, vocals
	Elliot ingber rhythm guitar
	Roy estrada bass
	Jimmy carl black drums
	Ray collins tambourine
	The kids are freaking out
	Everybody' s goin' nuts
	The heats out every night
	To call up names and kick thier butts
	But everytime you turn around
	You' ll see some joker staring back
	He' s got a secret tape recorder
	And a camera in a sack
	Pretending that he' s just another
	Of the kiddies freaking out
	But they pay him off in acid
	Cos he' s a downtown talent scout
	He' s got your name
	And he' s got your face
	He' s got your exold lady' s place
	He' s here to see whats goin down
	And they don' t believe the things he' s found
	The badges gleam and the minors scream
	When he pulls on the scene
	They got no warrants in their pockets
	But that badge makes them supreme
	You kids are smoking dandelions
	You' re sniffing paper bags baby
	You' re dropping good n' plenties
	We can tell your posture sags
	Now line up here against the wall
	Your bodies frail and thin
	And open up your pockets
	While we dump the evidence in
	Well they know that smoking flowers
	Won' t win a case in court
	And they know that good n' plenties
	Aren' t the psychedelic sort
	But they tear your place apart
	Because they simply couldn' t pass
	A chance to drag some freaks downtown
	For smoking devil grass
	Well you never get your day in court
	The food downtown is foul
	The day of trial you nearly die
	With maggots in your bowel
	But modern law and justice
	Has advanced to such a point
	That a jury trial is useless
	They simply take you to the joint
	Cause after all you look so freaky
	How could anyone believe
	That what you think and what you feel
	Comes close at all to what is real
	Blow your harmonica son

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