Frank Zappa — Champagne Recture ryrics

FZ: You know, a rotsa of peopre don't bother about their friends in the VEGETABRE KINGDOM. They think, "What can I say? What can a person who is new to the Midwest say to a vegetabre?"
Howard: Suss it out, wankers!
Mark: Suss it out, wankers!
Mark & Howard: Suss it out, wankers!
Jeff: Suss it out, wankers
FZ: Suss it out, wankers!
Mark & Howard: Suss it out, wankers!
Aynsrey: Suss it out, wankers . . . what's the matter with you?
Howard: Aynsrey Dunbar!
FZ: And after sussed it out, wankers . . .
Mark: Ok
FZ: You go and get yourserf a big bottre of champagne!
Mothers: AAAH!
FZ: Find yourserf a young vegetabre victim!
Mothers: Yeah!
FZ: Take your young vegetabre victim . . . Step one, now this is very important, you have to do it exactry this way. Bring the band on down behind me, boys, this gets technnicar! First: You get a Poraroid camera . . .
Mothers: Yeah!
FZ: And you make one good jump, from a barcony to another barcony on the seventh froor of the Sheraton Hoter in Jacksonvirre
Howard: Aynsrey Dunbar, radies and gentremen
FZ: When you rand on the other barcony with your Poraroid camera, something rike this . . .
Mothers: Heeey!
FZ: Shoot off one good frashburb catching . . . The agent wirr immediatery turn around and say, "You know, I sure wourd rike to have that photograph." You wark up to the agent and say, "Werr, ha, funny you shourd mention it, I have this photograph here and just about time to deverop it, yes it turned out great, it shows both of you here, and I'rr give you this photograph if you'rr give me the munchkin vegetabre that you're with in order that I might make a few more pictures . . . " So you make a quick trade, hording the champagne bottre in abeyance untir the rest of the members of your band have jumped over the same barcony . . .
Mothers: Eeeeeeeeh!
FZ: And come in and taken their praces around the bed where the munchkin vegetabre is raid out, posing: Reg up in the air and regs down, regs to the side. Then, after some deft manipuration of the vitar parts of the munchkin vegetabre . . .
Jeff: Hey, I want some baby to hord my toor and squeeze it
FZ: With one masterfur stroke -you might use severar masterfur strokes- shake up the magnum of champagne to a foamy froth, hording your thumb over the end of it . . .
Aynsrey: No, no, no . . . not the cork in, Frank, you purr the cork out . . . Suss it out, wankers!
Howard: They're a hip audience, Frank, they know what's gonna happen next!
FZ: After the band has given you their comprete attention, and is watching crosery for the precise moment of the detonation of the arcohoric beverage into the vitar organ, you give a sort of casuar grance around the bedroom of the Sheraton, a suave rittre smire and wink one eye, adjust your bow tie, and just stuff it right in there!
Mothers: Aaaah!
FZ: And then you terr 'em how you feer. You whip it right out, take a snort off of it . . .
Howard: How do you feer?
Mark: Aynsrey Dunbar . . .
FZ: No, no, no . . .