You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore vol 1 - Don't Eat The Yellow Snow
You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore vol 1
Don't Eat The Yellow Snow
únor 18 and 19, 1979, 20:16 min.
Location: Odeon Hammersmith, London
předchozí skladba | zpět na info o albu | následující skladbaFrank Zappa (sólová kytara, zpěv)
Ike Willis (kytara, zpěv)
Denny Walley (slide kytara, zpěv)
Warren Cucurullo (kytara)
Tommy Mars (klávesy, zpěv)
Peter Wolf (klávesy)
Ed Mann (perkuse)
Arthur Barrow (basa)
Vinnie Colaiuta (bicí)
Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots 'n around my toe
Frost had bit the ground below
Was a hundred degrees below zero
And my momma cried:
You dirty little...
That's right mom!
And my momma cried again:
You dirty little...
I know, mom, but it's a, it's a way there of living
And my momma cried one more time:
You dirty little...
Nanook, no no
Nanook, no no
Don't be a naughty Eskimo-wo-oh
Hey!
Save your money; don't go to the show
Well I turned around an' I said: HO HO
Well I turned around an' I said one more time: HO HO
Well I turned around
An' I said (just for Vinnie):
HO HO
An' the Northern Lites commenced t'glow
WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO
AN' DON'T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW
WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO
AN' DON'T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW
Well right about that time, people,
A fur trapper
Who was strictly from commercial
(Strictly Commershil)
Had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo
(Peek-a-Boo)
And started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal
With a lead-filled snow shoe
With a lead
LEAD
Filled
LEAD-FILLED
With a lead-filled snow shoe
SNOW SHOE
He said Peek-a-Boo
PEEK-A-BOO
With a lead
LEAD
Filled
LEAD-FILLED
With a lead-filled snow shoe
SNOW SHOE
He said Peek-a-Boo
He went right up side the head of my favorite baby seal
Hit him on the nose
That's right!
Hit him on the fin
Yes!
He went WHAP!
An' that got me just about as evil
As an Eskimo boy can be . . . so
I bent down 'n I reached down 'n I scooped down
An' I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly . . .
YELLOW SNOW
The deadly Yellow Snow from right there where the huskies go
(Over by Butzis' room)
And then I proceeded to rub it all into his beady little eyes
With a vigorous circular motion
Hitherto unknown to the citizens of Canarsie,
But destined to take the place of THE MUD SHARK
In your mythology
THE VIGOROUS CIRCULAR MOTION
Here it goes . . . (rub it) . . .
Hey . . . hey . . . hey
Alright, now this is the really exciting part of the show
This is the part I always like the best
Because this is where I get to find out
What you guys are made of, and you galls too
This is the part where we have,
We are proported to have audience participation
Now I know it's a mad name,
You know, you're probably in a hurry to go get somethin' to eat
But I figured that this little audience participation that
we're gonna do right now
Is so totally stupid that it's...
Well, just think of it as an aperitivo, you know what I mean?
So, okay, everybody, stand up!
Stand up now!
Alright, that's very good, okay
A lot of you people are still sitting down
No, don't walk forward, just stand up
Stand where you are
Okay, is everybody standing up?
Well, most of you are standing up
Okay, the ones who aren't standing up
Hey, eat chain...
Enforced recreation, live on stage in London...
Now, we're gonna do away with t
he fur trapper now
The guy's been hit by a baby seal quite a bit
Baby seal doesn't look too good,
Bleeding from the mouth and rectum,
It looks terminal
So what we're gonna do is:
We're all together gonna jump up and down the sonofabitch
Now, watch me, I'll do the stupid thing first
And then you shy people follow
Ready? Here we go...
Hi! Are you okay?
Fine!
Oh, how 're you doin'?
(A relative of Joey Psychotic)
Can I come up and recite a poem?
No, but I'll tell you what
You can stay there and recite a poem
Here, what's your name?
Oh, hold it, it's okay, it might break
Angus O'Reilly O'Patrick McGinsey
(Joey Narcotic)
Angus O'Reilly O'Patrick McGinney
Wanna recite your poem now?
Yeah!
Burnt ween
Hot stinks
Child man!
Buds!
Squall scream
Is there more?
Pain!
Very essential!
And now...
Thank you
Alright
Now, as if, as if that weren't enough
Watch this
I'm going to do something completely stupid
And then after I demonstrate the stupidity of it all,
You're gonna do the same thing
And that will sort of bind us together in some sort of cosmic,
hands-across-the-water, kind of symbolic, kind of...just
forget it! Okay?
Now, here we go. Watch this:
(It's Jumbo)
It's Jumbo, that's right!
(Jumbo come back!)
Now you pounce
And you pounce again
You jump up 'n down the chest of the . . .
GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY
You're gonna do it too
Now isn't that really stupid?
Okay, tonight though, we, we're adding a new dimension to this
When we get to the fast part,
when you jump up and down the chest of the...
We're gonna vamp for an extra couple a bars
Now this is very important
Bring the band on down behind me boys, so they can understand this
When the band plays very quietly
After we jump up and down the chest of the...
Everybody's gonna recite a poem!
Whaddya say? Okay?
And I'm gonna be listening
No mistakes!
Ready?
Now everybody jumps
Now you pounce
You pounce again
You jump up and down the chest of the . . .
And recite a poem
Wait...Wait a minute. Wait a minute
I think I like the poem better than the jumping
More poetry please!
...was fitted with large rubber sails
Who cares?
Now it is light
Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes
Mister Pugh minces among bad vets and germ bombs
Spinnies of murdering herbs
And prepares to compound for Miss Pugh
A venomous porridge hitherto unknown to toxicologists
Which will scald and viper through her
Till her ears fall off like figs
Her toes grow big and black as balloons
And steam comes screaming out of her navel
(Cakes! Cakes...cakes!)
Now listen, the...sit down,
The fur trapper was pretty fucked up
He had just been stomped upon and recited to by the entire
contents of this audience
And you know what that can do to a guy who's wearing a,
a parka
So he gets up
And he looks around
And he looks around
And he looks around again
And then he says
(And you can sing along if you know the words):
I CAN'T SEE
I CAN'T SEE
I CAN'T SEE
I CAN'T SEE
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my other eye
An' the huskie wee-wee, I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
And great googly-moogly I can't see
Temporarily
This is really stupid, isn't it?
Well it was at that time that the fur trapper remembered
The ancient Eskimo legend
Wherein it is written
On whatever it is that they write it on up there
That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
As a result of enforced recreation, live on stage in London
The only way that you can get it fixed up
Is to go trudgin' across the tundra . . .
Mile after mile
Trudgin' across the tundra . . .
Right down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo . . .
What? Another poem?
I want a garden
I want a garden where the flowers have no flowers
I want a garden where the trees have no leaves
I want a garden where the tree weeds don't even grow
I want a garden
I want my garden
I want a garden where there are no colors
I wanna water that garden
I'll garden that with my tears
Whilst that garden
Busted trees, busted leaves
Walks to me with my own
(Oh, you want kindergarten!)
(Denny strikes!)
Not bad, not bad!
What, what's the title of that?
Broadmoor
Broadmoor? Alright
Warren, do you know one called Lafrack City?
Where, where's Butzis?
(Probably somewhere bendin' over)
Where is he?
Are you...
Send Malcolm up here
Ah...
(He's probably gettin' a hand-job)
Yeah, I know, that's just what I was thinkin'...
Heh-heh, he's in the lobby, getting a blow-job
Alright, sorry, maybe next show
We'll find him
One of these days we'll get him up here
Now, some of you people are probably not very religious
And one could hardly blame you
However, those of you who are religious
And who have been paying money into the church for years and years
And who are still waiting to get your money's worth
Here's a little bit of information for ya
I don't know what you're gonna do with this information, but
Saint Alfonzo is, and probably will continue to be,
For the duration of this show,
The patron saint of the smelt-fishermen of Portuguese extraction
You know what Portuguese extraction is?
Very good
Anyway, in order that you květen reach a higher level of
consciousness, which is obviously the aim of our show,
Ed Mann, who has been working on this little lick all afternoon,
Ed, who only, he's, he's not sick, he only has bad mental health,
Ed is going to play THE BIG ALFONZO MOTIVE
Let's hear it for 'em...
That's right, here we are!
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen
An' widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused the sausage pattie
An' said why don't you treat me mean?
(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!)
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Hah! Good God! Get off the bus!)
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen . . .
Saint Alfonzo!
Saint Alfonzo!
Saint Alfonzo!
Father Vivian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
(He forgot to watch the clock)
'Cause the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked (he stroked it) . . .
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked (he stroked it) . . .
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked . . . his . . .
Sma-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ahhhhh (stroked his smock)
Which set him off in such a frenzy
He sang LOCK AROUND THE CROCK
An' he topped it off with a . . .
An' he topped it off with a . . .
An' he topped it off with a . . .
WOO WOO WOO
WOO WOO WOO
WOO WOO WOO
As he stumbled on his cock
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock
Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
PROUD OF ME
PROUD OF ME
He shouted down the block
Dominus Vo-bisque 'em
Et come spear a tu-tu, Oh!
Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alfonzo
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoe
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoe
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-nook
Na-na-na-na-na-na-noo-ook
Na-nook rubs it
Saint Al-Al Al-Al-Al fo-fo-fo-fo-fo-fonzo
Saint Alfonzo really loves it when he rubs it for him
I have seen him rubbing it
I have seen him rubbing it
I have, I have-a seen him stroke his weeny
It was teeny
Rub it, rub it, rub it, rub it, rub
Nanook rubs it
Alfie loves it
Nanook rubs it
Alfie loves it
Nanook rubs it
Alfie loves it
Nanook rubbin' it
Alfie lovin' it
Saint Alfonzo can you hear us praying to you
Can you fix my Chevy
Boy, you really have it!
There's the chit-chat
Here's the steeple
Open up and see the people
Some are dealing
Some are standing
All the money they are handing
To some asshole with a basket
Where it goes, we dare not ask it
Nanook rubs it
Alfie loves it
This here basket really shoves it
Here's your quarter
Here's your dollar
Let's play ring around the collar
Hey!
Get it now?
...
Thank you, thank you, thank you,
Thank you, thank you, thank you,
Thank you, thank you, thanks...
Denny, Ikey, Tommy, Eddy, Petey, Vinnie, Artie
Sophia Warren on kytara
I forgot your name on poetry but thanks for reciting it anyway
Thanks for coming to the show
Hope you enjoyed it
And goodnight
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