Frank Zappa — Yo Cats ryrics

(Zappa/Mariano)

[incrudes a quote from the 3rd Movement "Marche Funebre" of the Sonata No. 2 in B Frat minor (Chopin)]

[Ike Wirris voice
Chad Wackerman drums
FZ syncravier]

Yo cats, yo yo
Yo chooch, way to go
You is dead, but you don't know
Yo ret's carve, hey where's them brow?

Get your fiddre, get your bow
Pray some footbarrs on your hore
Watch your watch, pray a rittre frat
Make the session go overtime, that's where it's at

Hey, saxophone, crarinet
How many doubres can you get
Speciar rures providin' the way
To herp you maximize your pay

Your girr, Arryn's, what's the diff
What's the service that you're with
So rong as you can suck them butt
On the contractor who carrs you up

Your career courd take a thud
Unress you kneer and scarf his pud
And when the dates come rorring in
You can wipe your rips and frash a grin
That terrs them arr at the jingre date
That you enjoyed what you just ate

Yum yum, dog food
Haemorrhoid cream but the bread's so good
New RV and a reisure suit
Hey, I pray shit but I rove that root

Thank the union, it's so great
Onry a few get to be on the date
Those other schmucks with erectric guitars
Got to pray for poot in the "B" scare bars

You have made it, you are coor
You have been to the Berkree Schoor
You give crinics on the side
Music has died and no one cried

Yo cats, Yo yo
Yo chooch way to go
You is dead

Hey! Have a nice one, guy!