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Frank zappa (guitar, vocals) |
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Ralph humphrey (drums) |
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Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals) |
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Tom fowler (bass) |
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Bruce fowler (trombone) |
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George duke (keyboards, synthesizer) |
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Ruth underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion) |
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Ian underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone) |
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Jean-luc ponty (violin, baritone violin) |
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She had that |
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Camarillo brillo |
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Flamin' out along her head, |
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I mean her mendocino bean-o |
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By where some bugs had made it red |
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She ruled the toads |
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Of the short forest |
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And every newt in idaho |
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And every cricket who had chorused |
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By the bush in buffalo |
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She said she was |
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A magic mama |
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And she could throw a mean tarot |
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And carried on without a comma |
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That she was someone i should know |
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She had a snake for a pet |
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And an amulet |
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And she was breeding a dwarf |
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But she wasn't done yet |
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She had gray-green skin |
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A doll with a pin |
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I told her she was awright |
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But i couldn't come in |
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(i couldn't come in right then...) |
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And so she wandered |
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Trough the door-way |
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Just like a shadow from the tomb |
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She said her stereo was four-way |
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An' i'd just love it in her room |
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Well, i was born |
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To have adventure |
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So i just followed up the steps |
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Right past her fuming incense stencher |
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To where she hung her castanets |
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She stripped away |
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Her ranchid poncho |
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An' laid out naked by the door |
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We did it till we were un-concho |
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An' it was useless any more |
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She had a snake for a pet |
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And an amulet |
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And she was breeding a dwarf |
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But she wasn't done yet |
|
She had gray-green skin |
|
A doll with a pin |
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I told her she was awright |
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But i couldn't come in |
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(actually, i was very busy then) |
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And so she wandered |
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Trough the door-way |
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Just like a shadow from the tomb |
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She said her stereo was four-way |
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An' i'd just love it in her room |
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Well, i was born |
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To have adventure |
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So i just followed up the steps |
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Right past her fuming incense stencher |
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To where she hung her castanets |
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She said she was |
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A magic mama |
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And she could throw a mean tarot |
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And carried on without a comma |
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That she was someone i should know |
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(is that a real poncho...i mean |
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Is that a mexican poncho |
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Or is that a sears poncho? |
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Hmmm...no foolin' ...) |
