Jim/Roy Songtext
von Frank Zappa
Jim/Roy Songtext
What′s goin' on here? I thought we were gonna play a Rock & Roll concert
Rock & Roll? I, I already quit the Mothers
How are you gonna get laid if you don′t play rock & roll and drink beer?
You get laid after the concert if you play rock & roll
This kind of crap you're not gonna
You're not gonna get laid anyway with that uniform on
I′ll tell you what I′m gonna do
I'm gonna quit I′m gonna go out and hustle me some chick
The hell with you
Ian: Jimmy, you need some discipline
I'm leaving the group
Boo! Boo
Jimmy Carl, I must inform you, I must inform you, Jimmy Carl
For your own good, that here in London you′re not gonna get any pussy
Unless you look like a popstar. Fix him up
Mod Jacket
Oh Jeezus
Frilly Mod Neckpiece
Jimi Hendrix wig
And a Feather Boa
Waaah
Jimmy Carl Black enters the audience to hustle some young ladies
And if you're really lucky, get something for the robots
Mmmm, their little mechanical things are going up and down, up and down
Roy: Domino, Domino, Domino Biz-bo-OH
Domino Biz-bo-OH
Amen
Domino Biz-bo, Hallelujah, eh
Et cum spiritu tuo
Ian, I don′t think I qualify for the Mothers
They're making up their lines as they go along, isn't it thrilling?
I think I′m holding the group back because I′m a MEXICAN
And also because I don't play bass good
I don′t care how you can play bass but we have
NO MEXICANS in this group
And I wanna join your group
No Mexicans
I can sing opera, I have already quit, I cut my hair
I got all my shit together here. I can do it
Ian: I don't care how you look you gotta be able to cut the part
I can sing. Please. Please, Ian, give me a CHANCE
I don′t believe you can sing
Ah, PLEASE! Ah, Ian, PLEASE, IAN! Please
Okay Mexican
Please?
Okay Mexican
Okay
Sing this note
You think everything gonna be alright
Okay. You passed the first part of your audition
Now you gotta sing
Roy: Mi, mi, mi, mi
Poo-lah
Poo-la-ah poo-lah
Poo-da poo-lah poo-lah poo-oo-lah
Wee-ooo-wee-ooo-eee-eee-ooo-ooo
Ah-ah-ah ah-aaah-ah-aaah
Aa-aa-ah aa-ah
Wee-ooo-wee-ooo
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aah
Boo! Boo
The rejected Mexican pope leaves the stage
Rock & Roll? I, I already quit the Mothers
How are you gonna get laid if you don′t play rock & roll and drink beer?
You get laid after the concert if you play rock & roll
This kind of crap you're not gonna
You're not gonna get laid anyway with that uniform on
I′ll tell you what I′m gonna do
I'm gonna quit I′m gonna go out and hustle me some chick
The hell with you
Ian: Jimmy, you need some discipline
I'm leaving the group
Boo! Boo
Jimmy Carl, I must inform you, I must inform you, Jimmy Carl
For your own good, that here in London you′re not gonna get any pussy
Unless you look like a popstar. Fix him up
Mod Jacket
Oh Jeezus
Frilly Mod Neckpiece
Jimi Hendrix wig
And a Feather Boa
Waaah
Jimmy Carl Black enters the audience to hustle some young ladies
And if you're really lucky, get something for the robots
Mmmm, their little mechanical things are going up and down, up and down
Roy: Domino, Domino, Domino Biz-bo-OH
Domino Biz-bo-OH
Amen
Domino Biz-bo, Hallelujah, eh
Et cum spiritu tuo
Ian, I don′t think I qualify for the Mothers
They're making up their lines as they go along, isn't it thrilling?
I think I′m holding the group back because I′m a MEXICAN
And also because I don't play bass good
I don′t care how you can play bass but we have
NO MEXICANS in this group
And I wanna join your group
No Mexicans
I can sing opera, I have already quit, I cut my hair
I got all my shit together here. I can do it
Ian: I don't care how you look you gotta be able to cut the part
I can sing. Please. Please, Ian, give me a CHANCE
I don′t believe you can sing
Ah, PLEASE! Ah, Ian, PLEASE, IAN! Please
Okay Mexican
Please?
Okay Mexican
Okay
Sing this note
You think everything gonna be alright
Okay. You passed the first part of your audition
Now you gotta sing
Roy: Mi, mi, mi, mi
Poo-lah
Poo-la-ah poo-lah
Poo-da poo-lah poo-lah poo-oo-lah
Wee-ooo-wee-ooo-eee-eee-ooo-ooo
Ah-ah-ah ah-aaah-ah-aaah
Aa-aa-ah aa-ah
Wee-ooo-wee-ooo
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aah
Boo! Boo
The rejected Mexican pope leaves the stage
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