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Jim gordon (drums) |
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John guerin (drums) |
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Aynsley dunbar (drums) |
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Ralph humphrey (drums) |
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Jack bruce (bass) |
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Erroneous (bass) |
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Tom fowler (bass) |
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Frank zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) |
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George duke (keyboards, background vocals) |
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Don "sugar cane" harris (violin) |
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Jean-luc ponty (violin) |
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Ruth underwood (percussion) |
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Ian underwood (saxophone) |
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Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, background vocals) |
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Sal marquez (trumpet) |
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Bruce fowler (trombone) |
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Ray collins (background vocals) |
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Kerry mcnabb (background vocals) |
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Susie glower (background vocals) |
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Debbie (background vocals) |
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Lynn (background vocals) |
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Ruben ladron de guevara (background vocals) |
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Robert camarena (background vocals) |
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The mystery man came over |
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And he said "i'm outta sight!" |
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He said for a nominal service charge |
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I could reach nirvana tonight |
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If i was ready, willing and able |
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To pay him his regular fee |
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He would drop all the rest of |
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His pressing affairs and devote |
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His attention to me |
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But i said "look here brother |
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Who you jiving with that cosmik debris? |
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Now who you jiving with that cosmik debris? |
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Look here brother, don't waste your time on me" |
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The mystery man got nervous |
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And he fidget around a bit |
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He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe |
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And he whipped out a shaving kit |
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Now i thought it was a razor |
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And a can of foaming goo |
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But he told me right then when the top popped open |
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There was nothin' his box won't do |
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With the oil of aphrodite, and the dust of the grand wazoo |
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He said "you might not believe this, little fella |
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But it'll cure your asthma too" |
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And i said "look here brother |
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Who you jiving with that cosmik debris? |
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Now what kind of a guru are you, anyway? |
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Look here brother, don't waste your time on me" |
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(don't waste your time) |
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"i've got troubles of my own", i said |
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"and you can't help me out |
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So, take your meditations and your preparations |
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And ram it up your snout!" |
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"but i got the crystal ball", he said |
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And held it to the ligh |
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So i snatched it, all away from him |
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And i showed him how to do it right |
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I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head |
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So i looked like i was deep |
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I said some mumbo-jumbo, then |
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I told him he was going to sleep |
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I robbed his rings and pocketwatch |
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And everything else i found |
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I had that sucker hypnotized |
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He couldn't even make a sound |
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I proceeded to tell him his future, then |
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As long as he was hanging around |
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I said "the price of meat has just gone up |
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And your old lady has just gone down!" |
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And i said "look here brother-who you |
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Jiving with that cosmik debris? |
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Now is that a real poncho or is that a sears poncho? |
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Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher? |
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So, don't waste your time on me" |
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Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me |
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(shanti) |
