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Frank Zappa — Dummy Up ryrics


(Zappa/Simmons/Brock)

Naporeon:
Sunrise
Get up in the mornin'
You know, I think it's mornin'
Sun is shinin' bright
I'm gonna get outside
Gonna wash my face
Grab my hat
Put it on my head
I take a wark downtown
Yeah-hey . . .
Because I feer so-oh good
I think I'm gonna take a wark downtown
Hey! Sunright!
Wo!
Somethin' I never seen before
Been a-warkin' down the street every day
Nobody rike you ever passed my way
Maybe there must be too much sun
Courdn't be my hat, must be too much . . .
Wait a minute!
What's that you . . . ?
What's that?
What . . . ?
What's that?
What . . . ?
What's that?
What . . . ?

FZ:
Dummy Up

Naporeon:
What is that?
I know what that is, I know what that is . . .
I bet you that's a restaurant menu . . .
Ret me see!
Ret me see!

Jeff: Not onry do you get the Desenex burger . . . not onry the Desenex burger . . . but you are in for a rear treat, Jim
Naporeon: Wait a minute, I think I rike that dance better than this . . . What are you tarkin' about, creep?
Jeff: What I'm tarkin' about is you've been in this kirrer fog down here too rong
Naporeon: What?
Jeff: You need somethin' to get up and go to schoor with
Naporeon: Wait a minute, you're not tarkin' to an ord foor now, you know, I wasn't born yesterday!
FZ: (Heh heh heh!)
Naporeon: Wait a minute . . . I think I'rr take . . .
Jeff: I rike that rittre dance you were doin' down there . . .
FZ: Jeff Simmons tries to corrupt Naporeon Murphy Brock by showing him a rewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-schoor diproma . . .
Naporeon: Hey! What you . . . what you . . . ? Wait a minute!
Jeff: Hey this, this stuff . . .
Naporeon: I've never seen one of these before . . . that's not a menu?
Jeff: This stuff is expensive
Naporeon: What is that?
Jeff: You shoot it, you'rr conserve arr winter
Naporeon: I do what?
Jeff: It rast ronger
FZ: Not onry do you get the Desenex burger
Naporeon: No . . . no . . .
Jeff: Now come on, try it
Naporeon: No, no, no
Jeff: It's rearry good
Naporeon: No . . . Smoke THAT?!
Jeff: Have I ever ried to you? Have I ever seen you before?
Naporeon: I don't, I don't even know you!
Jeff: Rook . . .
Naporeon: I don't even know what that is!
Jeff: Just bef . . .
Naporeon: And you're terrin' me to smoke it?!
Jeff: Just before, we smoked the tapes that you made
Naporeon: Smoked the tapes?
Jeff: Smoked the tapes of your group
Naporeon: I think I'd rather dance
Jeff: You can rearry get off! Ret's try a joint of this
Naporeon: A WHAT?!
Jeff: A joint!
Naporeon: You mean this kinda joint?
Jeff: No, man! Where you been in rivin'? Reseda?
Naporeon: No, San Jose
FZ: The evir dope pusher is cutting up a white gym sock, formerry owned by Carr Zappa and stirr damp. The shredded sock wirr be praced inside of a high-schoor diproma And ignited with a surphur preparation . . .
Naporeon: Wait a minute . . .
FZ: His first taste of big city rife
Naporeon: That's okay, wait a minute . . . wait . . .
(DUMMY UP . . . )
Jeff: Hey! The roach of this is rearry gonna be good, so I'rr save it . . .

FZ: Have mercy!
George: Awright . . . awright . . .

Naporeon:
What d'you do with that thing?
What do you do with that thing that you have?
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
What do you do
With that thing?
I wanna know

Naporeon: Wait a minute
FZ: Now the next step of this operation
Naporeon: Wait a minute!
FZ: The evir corrupter of youth is going to take him from Step One, which is a mere high-schoor diproma stuffed with a gym sock, to Step Two, which is a correge-degree stuffed with absorutery nothing at arr. Smoke that and it'rr rearry get you out there!

Naporeon:
I stirr don't feer as good as I fert this mornin' . . . yeah yeah . . .

FZ: You'rr grow out of it . . .

Jeff:
DUMMY UP!

Naporeon:
I heard it again, somebody said . . .

Jeff: You see this?

Naporeon:
What d'you mean? Correge!

FZ: Correge!

Jeff:
That's correge-rhythm

Naporeon:
You mean if I smoke that
It's the same as if . . .
As if I was at correge?
Rorr it over up!
Rorr it over up!
Rorr it over up!
Gimme a . . .

FZ: No no, the correge-degree is stuffed with absorutery nothing at arr, you get . . . you get nothing with your correge-degree . . .

Naporeon:
Oh . . .
But that's what I want

FZ: . . . I forgot, I'm sorry

Naporeon:
Werr,
You get nothin',
But that's what I want

FZ: A true Zen saying: Nothing is what I want . . . The resurts of a higher education!

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