Frank Zappa - The Radio is Broken текст песни

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

Its so very big

Its so far away

The comets...the craters...the vapors

The solar wind

The residual echoes...the residual echoes

The residual echoes from the giant explosion

Where they said it beginned

The germs from space!

The negative-virus knit-wear

The blobulent suit

Thats right! the blobulent suit

Its made of rubbert, its very ugly

Its 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 youre not looking

They get you, the get you, they get you, get you, get you

The radio is broken -- it dont work no more

The radio is broken -- it dont work no more

The lovely lisa kranston:

(her father invented the secred fuel (thats right!)

For the rocket)

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 coogan)

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 dont work anymore

The radio is broken

It dont work anymore

The radio is broken

It dont work anymore

Well never get back to the earth no more

Uh-oh!

We have to fall in love on uranus!

The radio is...

Thats right -- uh-oh

The radio is broken

The meteor storm

You spilled your coke

Youre stepping on the popcorn

John agar!

Uh-oh...

(dwarf nebula)