Lyrics

[Interlude] Oh wow, what a night What's the matter, didn't you get any action tonight? Didn't you used to be with the Mothers? Yeah Is this what you do now? I've got my own group, too I don't mind being in this movie I get a chance to transform a few times Drink these vile, foamy liquids Ugh Huh? What kind of a life is that? It's not that bad, really I like to be a monster every once in a while No one'll ever take you seriously after this Why, because I transform? I like to be a monster There's a little monster in еvery one of us You'll probably stay herе for the rest of your life With your fake potions and your twisted monster face You coulda been something in rock and roll I tried to get a hit single It drove me to drink Ugh Go on, laugh about it You could have been a star You could have spread your aura across vast continental areas Your name on millions of small, hot lips Whispering under secure, pink blankets in the lonely midnight dark But what do you do? Ya join the Mothers, and ya end up working for Zappa And he makes you be a creep You coulda played the blues with John Mayall, or Far-out, exciting jazz with Blood Sweat & Tears You really think so? Look, no one will ever take you seriously after this How can they take you seriously? In this business You've either got to play the blues or sing with a high voice You're right I never should have joined the Mothers Why, I could be a star now Oh, when I think of all those millions of (Hey) Hot, pink juicy little— Hey, listen, do you know where I can, uh Get any dope in this imaginary town? Man, there's no dope in this town Just these vile, foamy liquids Well, they're fake, aren't they? No, they're real I mix them myself at home And then I bring them in the morning Secret spiritual formulas Ooh, what's a secret spiritual formula when it's out? The stuff that goes in the elixir or potion Or whatever I mix is irrelevant to the result You mean they're fake potions, right? Look, it doesn't matter what's in the mix It's the liquid The concept of the liquid Is enough to trigger A special cosmic, aware state It's because I'm so spiritually evolved Oh, listen I just wanna get out of it And go back to me fake motel room and play the blues, you know Fuck your spiritual evolvement Anyway, what happens if a new and exciting blues talent such as meself drinks your stuff? Here, take this back to your fake room Drink it I'd feel a lot happier if there was something I could smoke Well, here, dip this in it Now, let it dry out That ought to get you a little high or something Ooh, I can't take you seriously Look, you might as well take this too I know its only fake stuff So listen (Hm?) We should get together sometime Have a jam, shit, play some blues Extensions, work on some extended blues licks White people can play the blues, you know Do-doo, do-doo Paul? Uh, Frank? Yeah, I gave it to him Yeah, he went back to the special room No, no, he's gonna smoke it Yeah, right Hey, listen You got any idea when we're gonna get paid for this?