Frank Zappa - The Evil Prince Lyrics
Frank zappa (lead guitar)Ike willis (guitar, vocals)Ray white (guitar, lead vocals)Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)Alan zavod (keyboards)Scott thunes (bass)Chad wackerman (drums)Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o stageT of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out nowSomewhere, over there, I can tell,I guess soTheres the voice ofA potato-headed whatchamacallitWhoo, do tell!Who does not wish me well!His clothes are quite stupid,And also his shoes!Aint no bussiness like show businessHes got a big ol duck-mouth!Who knows how he chews!He thinks he knows somethingAbout the great plan!How ultimate blandnessMust rule and commandHe knows not a drop,Not a crumb,Not a whit,Of the reason for doingThis criminal shitAnd then, if he did,Would it matter a bit?Not at all!Because it is writ:Our beige-blandish godTends to certify it:Only the boring and bland shall survive!Only the lamest of lameness will thrive!Take it or leave it, you wont be alive,If you are overtly creative!Fairies and faggots and queers areCreativeAll the best music on broadway isNativeWho will step forwardAnd end all this trouble?For beige-blandish citizens,Clutching the rubbleOf vanishing dreamsOf wimpish amusement,Replaced by a rashOf creative confusement!Soon, my brave zombies,Youll make your return!Broadway will glow!Broadway will burn!(along with the remnants ofEverything new)My holy disease will doWonders for you!Those lovely producersWho paid for you thenWill do it again, and again, and again!The spying potatoThe spying potatoWith horrible dictionAnd terrible dictionWill rot in the garbageI can smell it right nowWhen this shows evictionTakes place shortly afterMy alternate skillOf theatrical sabotageTriumphs your will!Ive a special reviewYes I know you really do!Ive been saving for yearsYes I know you really haveFor a show just like this,For a really stupid showWith potatoes and queersIll say its disgusting, atrocious, and dullIll say it makes boils inside of your skullIll say its the worst -of-the-worst of the year,No wind down the plain, and its hard on your earIll say its the work of an infantile mindIll say that its tasteless, and that you will findA better excuse to spend money or timeAt a tupper-ware party, wee-ooSo, do be a smarty!Oo-oo-wee-ooHold on to that dollarA little while longerFor spending it here,Why, it couldnt be wronger!Whats happened to broadway?Wheres it gone, all the glitter?The heart and soulThe patter?The pitter?And after this deadly review hits the paper,In will come roper, bender & raper,To legally execute all that remainsOf this tragic amusement for drug-addled brainsDrug-addled brains, drug addled brains(solo)Hold on to that g-stringA little while longerFor spending it here,Why, it couldnt be wronger!Whats happened to broadway?Wheres it gone, all the glitter?The heart and soulThe patter?The pitter?And after this deadly review hits the paper,In will come roper, bender & raper,To legally execute all that remainsOf this tragic amusement for drug-addled brainsHey hey, hey hey, hey hey, brai-hains . . .
