Frank Zappa Lyrics
Frank Zappa Lyrics
"The Radio Is Broken Lyrics"
MPS Lyrics
Under lines of trees inside caves that open up to cityscapes i was a <b>failure</b> and they found me out i was a drunk and blinded sailor to sew your insides close these are landmine carburetors i find it hard to believe that the medicine is helping me at the end of the day the computer screens give blue and s
Under lines of trees inside caves that open up to cityscapes i was a <b>failure</b> and they found me out i was a drunk and blinded sailor to sew your insides close these are landmine carburetors i find it hard to believe that the medicine is helping me at the end of the day the computer screens give blue and s
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine)
Steve Vai (guitar, acoustic guitar)
Ray White (guitar, vocals)
Roy Estrada (vocals)
Bob Harris (boy soprano)
Ike Willis (vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards)
Arthur Barrow (keyboards, bass, micro bass, rhythm guitar)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)
Craig Steward (harmonica)
Dick Fegy (mandolin)
Marty Krystall (saxophone)
The cosmos at large
It's so very big
It's so far away
The comets...the craters...the vapors
The solar wind
The residual echoes...the residual echoes
The residu
Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer Lyrics
If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me Got Mike He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes" He's from the hood stupid what type of facts are those If you grew up
al echoes from the giant explosion If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me Got Mike He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes" He's from the hood stupid what type of facts are those If you grew up
Where they said it beginned
The germs from space!
The negative-virus knit-wear
The blobulent suit
That's right! THE BLOBULENT SUIT
It's made of rubbert, it's very ugly
It's got an air hose...
(The guy that has it all has a SPACE WRENCH!)
The things that were supposed to be green
In the balck and white movies
They get you in the neck when you're not looking
They get you, the get you, they get you, get you, get you
The radio is broken -- it don't work no more
The radio is broken -- it don't work no more
The lovely Lisa Kranston:
(Her father invented the secred fuel (that's right!)
For the
Finished Lyrics
you caught my eye, couldn't take them off of you and i knew that you felt the same way too finished before it started one look then we parted i couldn't speak, i felt one with you i was afraid, what else could i do love is patient and kind bears and believes all things some say its blind but i can't see
rocket) you caught my eye, couldn't take them off of you and i knew that you felt the same way too finished before it started one look then we parted i couldn't speak, i felt one with you i was afraid, what else could i do love is patient and kind bears and believes all things some say its blind but i can't see
So she gets to go with a clipboard!
She writes it down when the meters go around
And falls in love in a space warp
Space warp
Space warp
The giant knobs
The porthole where you see the earth for the first time
The corrugated fiberglass interior walls
The parially reclining G-force lawn furniture
The brown hole
The pointed brasseries
The atomic war
The tiny little dresses on the space girls
A love-starved race begging to reproduce
With earthmen
They need to reproduce (with John Agar)
They need to reproduce (with Morris Ankrum)
They need to reproduce (with Richard Basehart)
They need to reproduce (with Jackie C
Artillery Lyrics
(feat. Todd Nitty) Restraint! Artilerry motherfucker, legit balling bitch but don't get it twisted Ain't no hoes over here Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating bitches From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds The war is on, and all my killers is riding Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (c
oogan) (feat. Todd Nitty) Restraint! Artilerry motherfucker, legit balling bitch but don't get it twisted Ain't no hoes over here Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating bitches From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds The war is on, and all my killers is riding Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (c
They need to reproduce (with Sonny Tufts)
The botchino...the botchino...the botchino
The gigantic spider
The co-pilot always plays the harmonica
The navigator always gets killed by a bad space person
Uh-oh -- the radio is broken
It don't work anymore
The radio is broken
It don't work anymore
The radio is broken
It don't work anymore
We'll never get back to the Earth no more
Uh-oh!
We have to fall in love on Uranus!
The radio is...
That's right -- uh-oh
The radio is broken
The meteor storm
You spilled your coke
You're stepping on the popcorn
JOHN AGAR!
Uh-oh...
(Dwarf Nebula)