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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) |
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Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) |
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Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals) |
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Peter wolf (keyboards) |
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Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals) |
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Terry bozzio (drums, vocals) |
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Ed mann (percussion, vocals) |
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Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals) |
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Andre lewis (background vocals) |
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Randy thornton (background vocals) |
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Davey moire (background vocals) |
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Hey! do you know what you are? |
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You're an asshole! an asshole! |
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Some of you might not agree |
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'cause you probably likes a lot of misery |
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But think a while and you will see... |
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Broken hearts are for assholes |
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Broken hearts are for assholes |
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Are you an asshole? |
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Broken hearts are for assholes |
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Are you an asshole too? |
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Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole... |
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Maybe you think you're a lonely guy |
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Maybe you think you're too tough to cry |
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So you went to the grape, |
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Just to give it a try |
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And dagmar |
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Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch i ever saw in my life |
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Was his name... |
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One two three four! |
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The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his |
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Pancake make-up |
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And yet he was a beautiful lady |
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Nearly drove you insane |
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Let's talk about leather: leatherrrrrr |
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And so you kissed a little sailor |
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Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton production: |
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Who had just blew in from spain |
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Sir richard pump-a-loaf |
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You sniffed the reeking buns of angel |
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The story of a demented bread-boffer |
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And acted like it was cocaine |
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Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf |
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You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of ko-ko |
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Then on tuesday night, ceasar's back in town |
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In a way you can't explain |
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Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match |
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With kona. |
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And so you worked the wall with michael |
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Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of samoan dynamite |
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Which gave your back an awful strain |
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Volcanic hell |
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But you came back on sunday for the gong show |
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Next thursday, teen town's finest... |
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But you forgot what i was sayin' |
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'cause you're an asshole, you're an asshole |
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That's right |
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You're an asshole, you're an asshole |
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Yes, yes |
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You're an asshole, you're an asshole |
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That's right |
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You're an asshole, you're an asshole |
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Now you been to the grape 'n' you been to the chest |
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'n' now i think you know what you are: you're an asshole |
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You say you can't live with what you been through |
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Well, ladies you can be an asshole too |
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You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you, |
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But don't fool yerself girl |
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It's lookin' at you |
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Don't fool yerself girl |
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It's winkin' at you |
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Don't fool yerself girl |
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It's blinkin' at you |
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That's why i say |
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I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it |
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Ram it up yer poop chute |
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Corn hole |
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Ram it, ram it, ram it |
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Ram it up yer poop chute |
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Fist **** |
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Ram it, ram it, ram it |
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Ram it up yer poop chute |
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Wrist-watch; crisco |
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Ram it, ram it, ram it |
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Ram it up yer poop chute |
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Pud! |
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Don't fool yerself, girl |
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It's goin' right up yer poop chute |
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Don't fool yerself, girl |
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It's goin' right up yer poop chute |
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(etc., repeats) |
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Aw, i knew you'd be surprised... |
