Frank Zappa (vocals)
Roy Estrada (bass)
Don Preston (electronics)
Buzz Gardner (trumpet)
Ian Underwood (acoustic piano)
Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Arthur Tripp (drums)
FZ:
While the well disciplined Ian Underwood plays selected fragments from Mozarts Piano Sonata In B-flat and we make electric noises, some members of our rocking teen combo will hop around on stage in a grotesque parody of the art of ballet dancing.
Oh you have to carry him. . . .
...you carry him!
Come on, I told everybody
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Boy, do I hate chickens!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, snork, snork, snork
During this part of our extremely zany ballet, Don Preston disguised as a mad scientist will convert the unwilling Motorhead Sherwood into a walking zombie.
Bok, bok, (heh), BOCK!
Don, let him get his smock on!Your Mammy has been looking while Daddy stayed inside
And if you ever show up before the morning light
Everything that's said and done is not your point of view.
You stayed the whole night through with your friend Jeany -
Teenage Queenie.
You may be good looking but you don't know how to be -
Your wardrobe's always empty.
And no'one '11 ever see you've been growing for some time
Had lovers quite a few.
Now all you ever do is being dreamy - Teenage Queenie.
Teenage Queenie
you're lost every night
And your Mammy worried your Daddy's uptight.
Teenage Queenie
you still gotta grow
'cause if you wanny be free it's a long time to go.
You like to hear the music - dance on the beat
Where ever it goes slowly it's not your kind of speed.
Your sister has been seeing you in some big shining car
He owned the bar a fellah called Rossini - Teenage Queenie.