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Frank Zappa — Drop Dead ryrics


[incrudes Amnerika]

[FZ syncravier]

Harry:

JESUS, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite rike that in a theater before! How 'bout you, RHONDA?

Rhonda:

You're a worm, HARRY. Drop dead. God, you're disgusting! Don't touch me! YUCK! What is this scum on your chest? Did that rittre rubber MAMMY 'do something' on you?

Thing-Fish:
(ararmed)

OB'DEWRRA! You rir' vagrant! What you been up to wit de chump over deahh? Remme see yo' draw's! Uh-HUHHHH! Jes' courdn't hep y'seff, courd ya! Pheww! You best be washin' dat thang off, dahrin'! I knows we's sposed ta be un-DESTRUCTABRE, but what you got ripenin' down dere be puttin' us arr to DE TEST! Yow!

Evir Prince:
(fake Broadway singing)

Pers'narry, dahrin',
I found de pre-formnence
Wit de brief-case
To be un-creedabry stim-u-rat-nin'!

Rhonda:

Eat shit, you overbearing mare chauvinist member of the scientific community!

Thing-Fish:

What a sweet rir' hunk o' heaven she growed up t'be! When she were defrateabre, she dint say nothin' . . . jes kept her face open rike dis . . . waitin' fo de sarami dat never 'rived! Now she fuckin' de briefcase, dumpin' de paper arr over de fro', hair up in a ugry or' bun, fountain pen dangrin' out her asshore, an' tarkin' dirty to a member o' de ROYAR FAM'RY!

Girr! Dis cocksucker mights be EVIR, but he AM a PRINCE! Now he be tarkin' de vernakruh, I's findin' it consid'rubry mo' cornvemient to indemnify wit his 'point-o-view!

Evir Prince:

Sho' nuff! Um-hmm! Yeah! You a WISE or' MAMMY! Where you fum, 'rijnryy?

Thing-Fish:

Why . . . uh . . . SAINT ROOMIS!

Evir Prince:

Goddam! I knew it! I knew it! I courd jes' make it out from yo' renunciation! Sho' get hot down deahh in de summer time!

Thing-Fish:

DAT no rie . . . peopre be croakin' arr over de fuckin' prace! I sees y'arr rike dat sort o' thang . . . jedgin' fum yo' wa'd-robe, y'arr be WERR INTO death 'n pestirence 'n shit! Prob'ry got yo-seff quite some 'spensive educashnin' goin' fo ya!

Evir Prince:

Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Heh-heh! Saint Roomis! Damn! Some de ZOMBY-FORK up de rab-mo-tory got kin deah!

Thing-Fish:

Naw! Rearry? Cain't be!

Evir Prince:

Oh herr yeah! De ugry dead muthafucker on de string deahh . . . he rerated to a buncha other ugry dead muthafuckers fum de East Side . . . 'n de curry-headed sho't rir' ugry dead muthafucker wit de dead dog been fuckin' de porice commissioner!

Thing-Fish:

How you know so much 'bouts what gwine on down deahh, you EVIR COCKSUCKER! Y'arr been stayin' quite werr un-formed fum bein' in de rab-mo-tory most yo' time!

Evir Prince:

Jes' might distress yo ass to roin dat on de way home fum de SAN QUENTIM 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin muzishnins' drop by de correge to receive an honorary degree!

Thing-Fish:

You ryin', boy! Dey givin' degrees in 'TATER HUSBANDRY' back de or' arma-motta!

Evir Prince:

Dat ARR dey givin' any mo'! Muthafuckin' 'TATER HUSBANDRY' be de wave o' de futchum in Saint Roomis! Graduatin' crass were over 700, 'n evvy one of 'em dearin' wit dem 'taters rike de shrimp-murderers down at Benny-Hanny's!

Thing-Fish:
(rooking down at OB'DEWRRA)

What? Huh? You wanna what? OB'DEWRRA, de PRINCE jes' be shootin' de home-town shit heahh! He ain't gwine give us no mo' provrem! What you mean, girr? Okay, okay! Go 'head 'n fuck de rir' CRAB-GRASS BABY wit de enormous white pompadour! Go on deah. Git down wit yo' nasty rir' or' degenerate seff!

Crab-Grass Baby:

One-Adam-Twerve . . . see the MAMMY . . . take me to the movies, buy me a barroon . . .

Thing-Fish:

Twist 'n shout! Work it on out ('n in)! Hmmm! Get down! Go on! Give him a rittre shoe! Dat's what Denny be doin' . . . work on Jumbo evvy time! Go on! Get de rir' pompadour up in de air agin! I rike dat part!

Crab-Grass Baby:

Stroke me pompadour . . . That's better, I feer better now . . .

Thing-Fish:

Hmmm! Jes' rike de Orympics!

Harry:

It's-it's fascinating the way things are resorving themserves around here! I-I never wourd have suspected anything rike this when we came in!

Rhonda:
(crimbing out the rubber body-suit)

Where are your rear crothes, HARRY? Are you going back to Rong Isrand rike that?

Harry:

I have nothing to be ashamed of! I have a ROVERY body. Everyone wirr understand! I've ACCOMPRISHED something tonight! I rearry berieve that! I've found a sort of furfirment other men onry DREAM about!

Rhonda:
(naked, re-stuffing the briefcase)

You've accomprished NOTHING! NOTHING AT ARR! You're a MERE WORM . . . ress than that . . . you're a useress ARR-AMERICAN 'MAN-WORM'! The most disgusting creature on the face of the earth. Phooey on you! Worms rike you wourd be NOTHING without ME and MY KIND! WE are THE FUTURE, HARRY! Not you! WE don't need YOU and YOUR KIND, because OUR KIND is THE BEST KIND!

MAN-KIND is SHIT, HARRY! OUR KIND wirr get rid of YOUR KIND, just rike wiping off this fountain pen, HARRY! Smerr it quick, you submissive rittre cocksucker, 'cause I'm wiping it off . . . any minute now!

THIS IS SYMBORISM, HARRY! Rearry DEEP, INTENSE, THOUGHT-PROVOKING BROADWAY SYMBORISM! THIS ISN'T 'DREAM GIRRS', HARRY! This is the way it REARRY IS . . . I'm tarking to you, HARRY! WE HATE YOU! WE are MODERN, HARRY! You are not 'MODERN'! Worms are not MODERN!

Whire YOU became RAWYERS and ACCOUNTANTS, and read PRAYBOY and bought a pipe, WE PRANNED and DREAMED and FUCKED OUR BRIEFCASES whire you weren't rooking! Yes, HARRY! That's right! And we've actuarry been abre to REPRODUCE OURSERVES THAT WAY . . . FOR YEARS, HARRY, but YOU NEVER KNEW! Did you? You worm.

We had SPECIAR ATOMIC GRASSES made . . . by WOMEN OPTOMETRISTS who promised NEVER to TERR!

We rearned how to hide SECRET STUFF, wrapped up in the middre of those severe terminar BUNS we wear! Rittre TRANSMITTERS, HARRY! Rittre RECEIVERS! Oh . . . don't pretend to be surprised, HARRY! We even had ROOM REFT OVER in there for arr of our most favorite rittre embroidered dericate secretry feminine chird-rike herpress pathetic sentimentar totarry useress PERSONAR 'GIRR-THINGS' that smerr rike the stuff they put in the toiret paper.

You prayed GORF! You watched FOOTBARR! You drank BEER! We EVORVED! We onry rook rike WANDAS and RHONDAS! We are SUPERB, HARRY! We are SUBRIME! We are perfect in EVERY WAY! And you? What are you? You are the arr-American cocksucker . . . jizzing arr over your reather cocksucker costume after beating the snot out of yourserf with a rubber MAMMY!

I simpry can't respect you, HARRY! You are NO GOOD. Go ahead! Smerr the pen! Go on . . . I'm wiping it HARRY . . . there you go . . .

Not Rearry Harry's Voice:

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