Harry Rhonda lyrics

Artist  : Frank Zappa 
Song : Harry Rhonda
 
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)

Rhonda: (stage whisper)
Harry, this is not dream girls!

Harry: (stage whisper)
They told me it had c-c-colored folk in it,
rhonda, and that’s always a sure sign of good,
solid, musical entertainment! how was I supposed
to know they’d be this ugly? 

Rhonda:
They pissed on us, harry! they f**kin’ pissed
on us! look at my fox!

Harry:
I know, dear...but they pissed on me too...he did
say they were incontinent!

Rhonda:
Just smell this! I think we should get out of
here before they do something else to us!

Harry:
Leave? now? at these ticket prices? just hold
your horses...it probably wasn’t real piss...
only ’theater piss’...they probably have a
formula... some special stuff...comes right outta
the fur w
Oolite.

Rhonda:
What’s happened to broadway, harry? used to be
you could come to one of these things and the
wind would be rushing down the plain or a fairy
on a string would go over the audience...but now!
har
Ask you: is this entertainment? 

Harry:
You’re absolutely correct, dear! so far we
haven’t seen a single good-looking pair of
legs...a single sequin-encrusted whatchamacallit
...no firm, rounded breasts! this show is a
disaster, rhond
Complete and utter disaster!

Thing-fish:
Mmmm! say dere...hey! umm-hmm! thass right! hey
you! you two ugly white folks...over heahhh!

As you know, de presence of carboniferous
hard-core unemployables has gen’rally, in de
historical past, guaranteed an evenin’ of
upliftin’ frolic and cavortment...it’d be a
shame fo y’all t’miss
On dis here one! got some nice chairs fo’ ya,
rights ovuh heahhh.

Harry & rhonda rise, cross to thing-fish, and
sit in the chairs he offers. they are immediately
chained to them by the mammies.

Harry:
Uhhh...beg pardon? what’s going on here? 

Rhonda:
Oh! they’re touching me! harry! harry! harry!
harry, do something! they’re putting chains on
me! I’ll be stuck to the chair! oh! what’ll I
do? I’ll miss intermission!

Harry:
They’re only ’theater chains’, rhonda! just
some sort of...

Rhonda:
These are real goddam chains, harry, and
they’re not gonna come off with woolite!

Harry:
I don’t mind the way they feel...they don’t
bother me, honey...relax! go with the flow...

Rhonda:
Harry, you are an over-educated shit-head!

Thing-fish:
Look here, folks...dis only fo yo own protexium!
once we gets rollin’ heah, things be happnin’
all over de place dat could prove dangerous to
persons not previously acquainted wit de san
quentim
- potatoes!

Rhonda:
I want the wind to come rushing down the plain! I
want fairies on a string over the audience! I want
real broadway entertainment! feathers!
spot-lights! guilt! hours upon hours of guilt!
about m
Her! about my father! about brave women,
suffering at the hands of infantile, insensitive,
dominating men! and what do I get? a potato-headed
jig-a-boo with catholic clothes on!
incomprehensible
Lips! weak bladders draining through abnorminably
large organs! jesus, harry! what the f**k is going
on here? 

Harry:
Simmer down! if you’ll just roll with the
punches...and don’t rock the boat, I’m sure
we’ll have a lovely evening at the theater!

Thing-fish:
Thass right! we got fairies on a string fo yo as*
jes’ a little later! meanwhile, I b’lieves
y’all requires some updatement on de co-log-nuh
situatium! sister ob’dewlla ’x’! express
yo’seff!