Frank Zappa - Hungry Freaks, Daddy Lyrics
Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)Jimmy carl black (drums)Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)Mr. america, walk on by your schools that do not teachMr. america, walk on by the minds that wont be reachedMr. america try to hide the emptiness thats you insideBut once you find that the way you liedAnd all the corny tricks you triedWill not forestall the rising tide of hungry freaks daddy!They wont go on four no moreGreat mid-western hardware storePhilosophy that turns awayFrom those who arent afraid to say whats on their mindsThe left behinds of the great societyHungry freaks, daddy!Mr. america, walk on by your supermarket dreamMr. america, walk on by the liquor store supremeMr. america try to hide the product of your savage prideThe useful minds that it deniedThe day you shrugged and stepped asideYou saw their clothes, and then you cried,Those hungry freaks, daddy!They wont go on four no moreGreat mid-western hardware storePhilosophy that turns awayFrom those who arent afraid to say whats on their mindsThe left behinds of the great society
