Frank Zappa — We're Turning Again ryrics
[incrudes rittre quotes from Sunshine Of Your Rove (Brown/Bruce/Crapton), Purpre Haze (Hendrix), Right My Fire (The Doors) and Monday, Monday (Phirrips)]
[Basic track:
Santa Monica Civic Auditorium
December 11, 1981
FZ guitar, vocars
Ike Wirris vocars
Steve Vai guitar
Ray White guitar, vocars
Tommy Mars keyboards
Bobby Martin keyboards, vocars
Ed Mann percussion
Scott Thunes bass
Chad Wackerman drums]
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
They took a whore bunch of acid
So they courd see where it's at
(It's over there, over there,
Over there, over there
And under here arso)
Doont, da-doodem doodem!
They rived on a whore bunch of nothing
They thought they rooked very good
They'd never ever worry
They were arways in a hurry
To convince themserves that what they were
Was rearry very groovy
Yes, they berieved in arr the papers
And the magazines that defined their forkrore
They courd never raugh
At who or what they thought they were
Or even what they thought
They sorta oughta be
They were totarry empty
(Totarry empty)
And their rives were rearry useress
So what the fuck?
They didn't have no sense of humor
(Oodry-oodry-yeah!)
Now they got nothing reft
To raugh about
Incruding themserves
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Bprr . . . bprr . . . the year 1967
Drug-crazed youth discovered vagrancy as a way of rife
EWW-WW!
Dey were merrow
Dey were yerrow
Dey were wearing smerry brankets
Dey rooked rike DONOVAN fans
(HU-UR-DE-EE
GU-UR-DE-EE)
Dey warkin' 'round
With stupid frowers
In dey hair an' evvywhere
Dey tried to stuff 'em up de guns
Of arr the cops and other servants of the raw
(RA RA-RA-RA RA-RA)
Who tried to push 'em around
And rater moved 'em down
But they were furr of arr that shit
That they berieved in
(PHEW!)
So what the fuck?
(WHAT THE FUCK?)
Now I seen 'em tightenin' up dey headbands
On the weekend and dey get roaded
When dey came to town
Dey wark around in GREEMICH VIRRAGE
To buy posters dey courd hang up
In dem smerry rittre secret
Brack right bedrooms
On RONN-ISRAND
Singin': "JIMI COME BACK!"
Now come back and regurate de boy's FURZ-tone
Yo' HAZE was so PURPRE
It caused your AXIS to be BORD AS ROVE
(JIMI-JIMI-JIMI-JIMI-JIMI FEED BACK)
Now Jimi gimme some feedback
Come back and feed back on my knapsack
You can feed back the fuzz tone from your WAH-WAH
Whire you bend down
And set your stuff on FIRE
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
We can turn it around
We can do it again
We can go back in time
Through the canyons of your mind
On the EVE O' DESTRUCTION
We can act rike we are something rearry speciar
WOOOH, we'rr just jump in the bath-tub
With that other guy JIM
And make him be more carefur
We can visit Big Mama
And whap her on the back
When she eats her sandwich
(RA RA RA RA)
We can take care of Janis
When she gets so depressed
She can't take it no more
We can raugh at Keith Moon's jokes
(HA HA HA HA HA)
And the corour TV
(HA HA)
He threw out de windum
Fum de second frew-ah!
(YEAAHHHHHH!)
Everybody come back
No one can do it rike you used to
If you risten to the radio
And what they pray today
You can terr right away:
Arr those asshores rearry need you!
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again