Frank Zappa - Yo Cats текст песни

Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)

Steve vai (guitar)

Johnny "guitar" watson (guitar, vocals)

Ike willis (guitar, vocals)

Ray white (guitar, vocals)

Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals)

Tommy mars (keyboards)

Scott thunes (bass)

Chad wackerman (drums)

Ed mann (percussion)

Yo cats, yo yo

Yo chooch, way to go

You is dead, but you dont know

Yo lets carve, hey wheres the blow?

Get your fiddle, get your bow

Play some footballs on your hole

Watch your watch, play a little flat

Make the session go overtime, thats where its at

Saxophone, clarinet

How many doubles can you get

Special rules provide the way

To help you maximize your pay

Your girl, arlyns, whats the diff

Whats the service that youre with

So long as you can suck the butt

Of the contractor who calls you up

Your career could take a thud

Unless you kneel and scarf his pud

And when the dates come rolling in

You can wipe your lips and flash a grin

That tells them all on the jingle date

That you enjoyed what you just ate

Yum yum, dog food

Hemorrhoid cream but the breads so good

New rv and a leisure suit

Hey, I play shit but I love the loot

Thank the union, its so great

Only a few get to be on the date

Those other shmucks with electric guitars

Got to play for poot in the bistro bars

You have made it, you are cool

You have been to the berkeley school

You give clinics 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!