Frank Zappa - The 'torchum' Never Stops Lyrics
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)Steve vai (guitar)Ray white (guitar, vocals)Tommy mars (keyboards)Chuck wild (piano)Arthur barrow (bass)Scott thunes (bass)Jay anderson (string bass)Ed mann (percussion)Chad wackerman (drums)Ike willis (vocals)Terry bozzio (vocals)Dale bozzio (vocals)Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)Bob harris (vocals)Johnny guitar watson (vocals)Thing-fish:Now, dis nasty sucker is de respondable party fo de en-whiffment o de origumal potium. through de magik o stage-kraff, we be able to see him at woik!He now be preparin some ugly shit to make yo life even mo mizzable den it awready are, since dis batch be resigned to render him immortal! we does not know if it gwine woik yet, but we kin alHope fo de best!Thing-fish: (singing)Flies all green n buzzninIn his dunjing of despairPrisoners grummle an piss dey clothesn scratch dey matted hairA tiny light fum a window-holeA hunnit yards awayIs all dey ever gets tknowbouts de regluh life in de dayAn it stink so bad, de stones been chokinn weepin greenish dropsIn de room where de giant fowah-puffer woikin,n de torchum never stopsDe torchum never stopsDe torchum,De torchum,De torchum never stops(go on, dewlla! play dat lil guitar one mogin!)(spoken)Uh-oh! I smells trubba! he be messin wit pigmeat heahhh! mutha*****er be rejectin some co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by eA dab hisseff!(singing)Flies all green an buzzninIn his dunjing of despairAn evil prince eats a steamin pigIn a chamber, right near dereHe eat de snouts an de trotters foist!De loins an de groins Id soon re-spersedHis carvin style Id well re-hoistHe stan n shout:All main be coist!All main be coist!All main be coist!All main be coist!An dis-ergree? well, no one durst...He de best, of cose, of all de woistSome wrong been done, he done it foist...An he stink so bad, his bones been chokinAnd weepin greenish drops,In de vat of galoot co-log-nuh,Where de re-zease be berlin upBerlin an uh boilin upCo-log-nuh!Co-log-nuh!Galoot co-log-uh-nuh!Thing-fish: (spoken)Oh! do yoseff a favum n dont use it! oooooooh! look at these ugly suckers! boy, when white folks come back fum bein dead, they sho gets scary-lookin! but dont take their appearance too serY, people, cause dey say dis de sort o folks dat belongs on broadway! the broadway zombies collect around the evil prince, who suddenly suspects the presence of an intruder. after taking a larTe from an onion he sings...Evil prince: (singing)Somewhere, over there, I can tell,Theres a voice ofA potato-headed whatchamacallitWho does not wish me well!His clothes are quite stupid,And also his shoes!Hes 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!Evil prince: (singing to the zombies)The spying potatoWith horrible dictionWill rot in the garbageWhen this shows evictionTakes place shortly afterMy alternate skillOf theatrical sabotageTriumphs your will!Ive a special reviewIve been saving for yearsFor a show just like this,With 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 theYear,No wind down the plain, and its hard on yourEarIll say its the work of an infantile mindIll say that its tasteless, and that you willFindA better excuse to spend money or timeAt a tupper-ware party,So, do be a smarty!Hold 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 the 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 brainsThing-fish: (singing)Flies all green an buzzninIn his dunjing of despairWho are all o dem zombiesDat he *****in wit down dere?Are dey crazy?Are dey sainted?Are dey stage-kraff someone painted?It have never been explained,Since at first it were created,But, a musical, like wes in,Require a whole bunch o everythin!We talkin everythin dat ever been!Look at her!Look at him!Dat what de deal we dealin inDat what de deal we dealin inDat what de deal we dealin inDat what de deal we dealin in
