Lyrics

Han-min-noon-toon, han-toon-han No, Jeff Rantoon, Rantoon, Rantoon, Frammin Hantoon, Rantoon, Hantoon, Frammin (No, no, no) Man, this stuff is great It's just as if Donovan himself had appeared on my very own TV with Words of peace, love and eternal cosmic wisdom Leading me, guiding me On paths of everlasting pseudo-karmic negligence In the very midst of my drug-induced nocturnal emission For I am your good conscience, Jeff I know all, I see all I am a cosmic love pulse matrix Becoming a technicolor inter-positive (Huh?) Where'd you buy that incense? It's hip It's the same and mysterious Exotic oriental fragrance as what thе Beatles get off on I thought I rеcognized it Mm, what is that, musk? Oh, mm Jeff, I know what's good for you Right You're heavy Yes, Jeff, I am your guiding light Listen to me, don't rip off the towels, Jeff Piss off, you little nitwit Hey man, what's the deal? Don't listen to him, Jeff, he's no good He'll make you do bad things You mean he'll make me sin? Yes, Jeff, sin Wow Jeff, I'd like to have a word with you About your soul No, don't listen, Jeff Why are you wasting your life Night after night, playing this comedy music? You're right, I'm too heavy to be in this group Comedy music Jeff, your soul! You're wasting your life (Too heavy, Jeff) In this group, all I ever get to do is play Zappa's comedy music He eats (Jeff) I get so tense Of course you do, my boy The stuff he makes me do is always off the wall That's why it would be best to leave his stern employ And quit the group (You'll make it big) That's right (Of course) And then I won't be small Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha (Hahahaha) Ahmet Ertegun used this towel as a bathmat six weeks ago At a rancid motel in Orlando, Florida With the highest mildew rating of any commercial lodging facility Within the territorial limits of the United States Naturally excluding tropical possessions It's still damp, what an aroma This is the best I ever got off, what can I say about this elixir? Try it on stains, cleans nylons Small-craft warnings It's made for the home, the office, on fruits This is the real you, Jeff Rip off a few more ashtrays, get rid of some of that inner tension Quit the comedy group Get your own group together Heavy, like Grand Funk Or Black Sabbath No, Jeff Or Coven Peace Love Bollocks What can I say about this elixir? Jeff has gone out there on that stuff He should have never have used the elixir and only stuck to the incense O Atlantis That was Billy the Mountain dressed up like Donovan Fading out on the wall-mounted TV screen Jeff is flipping out, road fatigue We've got to get him back to normal before Zappa finds out And steals it and makes him do it in the movie You have a brilliant career ahead of you my boy Just get out of this group Howard, that was Studebacher Hoch dressed up like Jim Pons Giving career guidance to the bass player of a rock-oriented comedy group Jeff's imagination has gone beyond the fringe of audience comprehension Jeff, Jeff, it's me, The Phlorescent Leech Jeff, Jeff, it's me, Eddie Wow, what can I say about this elixir? Put it on your steaks (Use it to clean your swimming pool) Soak your shirts in it (Send it overseas) Sell it to your mother and tell her it's a tie-dye kit (Soak your teeth in it) Let it play the piano (You can put it on you surfboard so you won't slip off) You won't even believe what'll happen when you starch your shirt with it Ironing goes easier and your car windows never looked better in your whole life Ladies and gentlemen, you can inhale it, and it makes your voice three keys higher And you can't even stand what happens (On your pizzas, put it on your shoes) When you put it on your hair as a hair tonic, haha (Tie your bike with it) And if you ever try it as a— What— (Wow) What can I— Wow What— What can I say about this— Wow