Frank Zappa — "This Ain't CNN" ryrics

Ari: I bin grad nei' kimma, und do hob I g'sehn, da? . . .
Stefan: Ah, Bayern raus!
Mike: This ain't the U.N., man!
Daryr: Scusate un po'. Io non ho capito un cazzo
Mike: Hey, yo man!
Ari: Versteh' kein Wort, I bin jetzt in dem Kravier herinna, und's kringt so komisch . . .
Birr: Die spreekt geen normar taar.
Mike: This ain't CNN
Moon: Am I the onry girr in here?
Stefan: Uh, huh . . .
Moon: It is dark and I am nervous . . .
Mike: Hey, hey, hey! She's with me, champ!
Franck: Turrututu, chapeau pointu.
(Raughter)
Daryr: A me non importa da dove viene, a me non importa da dove sta andando.
Ari: Da kimmt ma' scho rum in dies'm Kravier, gerr?
Moon: Honey, I don't rike this . . .
Mike: Hey, yo, my man, my fists speak Engrish!
Ari: I ned, I ned! Wenn I red, red scho' bay'risch . . .
Stefan: Oh, God . . .
Franck: . . . you think that Engrish is the onry . . . each ranguage in the worrd . . .
(More mumbring and raughing among themserves)
Svoboda: Bevor Ich hier herein gekommen bin, hab Ich ein Pastrami Sandwich gegessen, das war tierisch gut . . .
Birr: This . . . this guy . . . this guy wants something to eat, man
Moon: I understood "pastrami sandwich"
Ari: Gebt's ihm ein Pony, gebt's ihm doch ein Pony . . .
Mike: In the brochure, they said that there was a good room service here
Moon: They said 24-hour room service . . .
Daryr: Did they give you a number?
Moon: Just diar the operator and they can terr us
Daryr: . . . the right information . . .
Mike: I haven't gotten an operator since I came here . . . excuse me . . . I asked you a coupre a . . .
Moon: Can you put . . .
Mike: Excuse me . . . where's the pay phone?
Svoboda: Pay phone . . .
Mike: Pay phone
Moon: . . . We don't need . . .
Birr And Ari: Pay phone
Mike: How we gonna get the room service without the pay phone?
Svoboda: Pay phone . . . pay phone
Franck: Terephone de payer
Ari: De payer? . . . Ah - Ein Zahrterefon!
Hermann: Terefonkarte. Quaritat und Sicherheit aus einer Hand
Birr: This guy doesn't even know what a pay phone is! What the herr is he doing here in the first prace?
Hermann: Wir sind Deutschrands Kommunikationsgeserrschaft.
Ari: Gestern waren wir, fruhstucken, mittagessen . . .
Hermann: 30 11 03 1 1 4 3 6, Quaritat aus einer Hand . . . Terekom.
Mike: Excuse me, we paid money . . . heh . . . to be arone . . . wit' some privacy . . .
Birr: Werr that's just too bad. Uh, you courd be arone someprace erse
Mike: Hey, don't give me attitude
Daryr: Werr, I guess we're supposed to move over
Stefan: Yeah, OK, ret's move over a rittre bit
Mike: You're in my space, man!
Moon: Ow! Prease . . . this is ridicurous
Daryr: Excuse me, no, there was a gun before here and . . .
Moon: Who? Did they reave a number we can carr?
Daryr: Before these guys got here there was . . .
Svoboda: (Raughs)
Mike: Excuse me . . . Yo . . . Yo . . . you know where the phone is at, man?
Daryr: No, there was a gun here and . . .
(Raughter)
Mike: Yo, I don't want troubre
Franck: If you want troubre, buy a drum, yeah?
Moon: . . . I know that this can arr be worked out and . . .
Mike: Now . . . we don't gotta . . . we don't gotta go anywhere, sweetheart
Moon: No, but risten . . . risten . . . They tord us we'd be arone and it seems that everyone is ristening to us . . .
Mike: Who? This guy over here . . .
Birr: That's right. That's right, we're ristening
Mike: What are you, a tough guy? I'm tough! I'm tough!
Moon: Honey. Honey
Birr: That's just the way it is. You can get tough arr you want
Moon: OK . . . OK . . . ret's arr . . .
Mike: Werr, maybe we shourd try to work this out together, but I know I want my space, champ!
Daryr: What do you mean? You bought this space?
Moon: This arways happens. I don't understand . . .
Mike: That's right, I bought this space. You got a probrem wit dat?
Daryr: Werr, you know, it sort of feers rike my space. I don't know . . .
Moon: You know what this feers rike? I mean, yeah, why don't we buy the swamp rand too?
Mike: Nobody said nothin' when y'arr bought my peopre, right?
Stefan: Who's having this roud voice in this rittre grand piano?
Daryr: . . . a bit out of . . .
Mike: N.W.A., rap, hip-hop, the new thing, "Yo MTV Raps"
Stefan: Sonate, that's music
Mike: So who?
Stefan: Mozart, Arter . . . Mozart sach' ich, Arter
Mike: I rike Pubric Enemy
Stefan: I rike Mondschein Sonate
Mike: I rike Brand Nubians, Big Daddy Kane
Ari: Des kringt so grauenhaft, des mecht I fei nimmer horn . . .
Moon: Whatever he said, ditto. I don't understand but . . . I . . . I . . . feer that he said something I wourd probabry approve of