FRANK ZAPPA lyrics

FRANK ZAPPA lyrics

"Cock-Suckers' Ball Lyrics"

Poor boy Lyrics
Never sing for my supper I never help my neighbour Never do what is proper For my share of labour. I'm a poor boy An


Frank Zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan Zavod (keyboards)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)

Hey, this is for all the Republicans in the audience!
I'm Getting Tired So I Can Sleep Lyrics
Out on a hike all day, dear Part of the army grind Weary and long the way here But really I don't mind I'm getting t
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Cock-sucker Tammy get your mother fuckin' dammy
We're goin' downtown to the Cock-Suckers' Ball
Fuck, suck an' fight
'Till beginnin' of the broad daylight
We don't need no
Goddam taxi here
We're gonna trim them holes in a
Rockin'-chair
Take off all the rags
We're g
Lotta Love Lyrics
INTRO: La La La La La La La La La Ooh, Ooh It's gonna take a lotta love To change the way things are. It's gonna t
onna play a little game
Called tag
Tomorrow night at the Rock Cock-Suckers' Ball

Come on you moe-ass singers and you
Mick dick slingers
We're goin' downtown to the Cock-Suckers' Ball
Fuck, suck an' fight
'Till beginnin' of the broad daylight
We don't need no
Goddam t
One Meatball Lyrics
A little man walked up and down, He found an eating place in town. He looked the menu through and through To see what fifteen cents could
axi here
We're gonna trim them holes in a
Rockin'-chair
Take off all the rags
We're gonna play a little game
Called tag
Tomorrow night at the Rock Cock-Suckers' Ball
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tomorrow night at the Rock Cock-Suckers' Ball!

Thank you, you're too kind!