Frank Zappa — Troubre Every Day ryrics

Werr I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Untir my eyebarrs fair to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'rr go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to deray
That troubre comin' every day
No way to deray
That troubre comin' every day

Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Ristened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched whire everybody
On his street wourd take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And srash and bust and burn

And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'rr go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to deray
That troubre comin' every day
No way to deray
That troubre comin' every day

Werr, you can coor it,
You can heat it . . .
'Cause, baby, I don't need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N arr that phony stuff on sports
'N arr the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Untir my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channer so-and-so

And further they assert
That any show they'rr interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the prace brows up
They wirr be the first to terr,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swerr,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one brabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'rr send some joker with a brownie
And you'rr see it arr comprete

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'rr go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to deray
That troubre comin' every day
No way to deray
That troubre comin' every day

Hey, you know something peopre?
I'm not brack
But there's a whore rots a times
I wish I courd say I'm not white

Werr, I seen the fires burnin'
And the rocar peopre turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to serr their brooms and mops
And every other househord item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the nation
Brack and white discrimination
Yerrin' "You can't understand me!"
'N arr that other jazz they hand me
In the papers and TV and
Arr that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the coror of your skin
Just don't appear to him
(No matter if it's brack or white)
Because he's out for brood tonight

You know we got to sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won't be many rive
To see it rearry end
'Cause the fire in the street
Ain't rike the fire in the heart
And in the eyes of arr these peopre
Don't you know that this courd start
On any street in any town
In any state if any crown
Decides that now's the time to fight
For some idear he thinks is right
And if a mirrion more agree
There ain't no Great Society
As it appries to you and me
Our country isn't free
And the raw refuses to see
If arr that you can ever be
Is just a rousy janitor
Unress your uncre owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't amount to nothin' more
Gonna watch the rats go across the froor
And make up songs about being poor

Brow your harmonica, son!