America Drinks & Goes Home (Live At Whisky a Go Go/1968)

Frank Zappa - Rock
America Drinks & Goes Home (Live At Whisky a Go Go/1968)
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Duration: 2:55
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[Verse 1] I tried to find How my heart Could be so blind, yeah How could I be fooled Just like the rest You came on strong With your fast car and your glass ring Soft voice and your sad eyes I fell for your whole thing [Verse 2] I don't regret Having met up With a girl who Breaks heart like they were Nothing at all I've done it too Now, I know Just what it feels like And just like I said There's no regrets [Outro] Chickens What I [?] It's about time we hangin' out Golly, I hope you've had As much fun as we've had Because we've certainly Had fun up here Last call for alcohol? It's motel time Motel spelt backwards is "letom" Then we get started with the jam session Monday night's a twist contest Tuesday we're goin' topless Wednesday we're goin' naked Thursday we're goin' to jail Friday we're goin' to shoot up a Volkswagen (Ha-ha-ha-ha!) In the kneecap Should be right up front Thank you for coming by Nice to see you Check your cheese Hide your sister [? Hide your mama?] [Spoken] A long time ago when we worked here, back in the olden days, we got fired from this club circuit, replaying this song. It became very difficult for us to uh, gain employment in the Los Angeles area because, against the wishes of the people who ran the uh, whole organization who provided youth-oriented entertainment to the people in this area, we went ahead and played a song called, "Help, I'm a Rock'' on an evening where uh, it was important that it appeared to the people coming into the club that it was happening, y'know? The way you make people know that your club is happening, is by having people on the dance floor, see? And when we played this song, nobody could dance to it. So, the audience had requested the song and the people who ran the place said, "Oh, you better not do that!" And we played the song and, well, we starved for a long time, it was so difficult to get any work around here but, as a commemorative experience, we're gonna grind out a little diddy called, "Help, I'm a Rock"
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- Frank Zappa