Prologue lyrics

Artist  : Frank zappa 
Song : Prologue
 
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:
Once upon a time, musta been ’round october, few
years back, in one o’ dose top secret
lab-motories de gubbnint keep stashed away
underneath virginia, an evil prince, occasion’ly
employed as a p
Ime theatrical criticizer set to woikin’ on a
plot fo de systematic genocidical remove’lance of
all unwanted highly-rhythmic individj’lls an’
sissy-boys!

De cocksucker done whiffed up a secret potium...
an’ right ’long wid it, de atrocious idea dat
what he been boilin’ up down deahhhh jes’ mights
be de final solutium to de white main’s
’boidennn’
Yo’ acquire my drift...

Well, he were sure he had a good thing goin’...
but, dere was always de possobility dat somethin’
might fuck up, so, he planned to have a little
test, jes’ to check it all out befo’ he dump’t
it
E wattuh supply.

Sho’tly denafter, wit high-level gubnint
co-robberatium, he arranged to have a good-will
visit to san quentim, ’long wit some
country-westin mu- zishnin’s, ’n sprinkle a
little bit of it on some
E boys in deahhh (since dey done used a few of
’em befo’ when dey was messin’ wit de
zyph’liss).

So, heah dey come wit de potium, dump’nit all in
de mash potatoes!

Den dey wen’ up to de warden’s office fo’ some
hot toddy, watchin’ a little football while dey’s
waitin’ to see what gone happen!

Fact o’ de matter were: nothin’ happened, so dey
went off’n dribbled it in a special shipnint of
galoot co-log-nuh dat went out ’bouts november!

Next thing y’know, fagnits be droppin’ off like
flies...’long wit a large number of
severely-tanned individj’lls, pre-zumnably of
hay’chen extrakment!

But not de boys in de rest home! oh no! mixin’ de
shit wit de mash potatoes done smoothed it out a
little, so’s it wouldn’t kill yo’ ass, but, it
sho’ would make y’ugly! ’n ef y’was already ugly
D make yo ass mean ’n ugly...’n ef you was
already mean ’n ugly, it’d turn ya into a
strange, unknown kreetchuh, never befo’ seen on
broadway!^lthass right! it’d turn ya’ into a
’mammy nun’! hea
E a potato...lips like a duck...big ol’ hands,
puffin’ up! big ones! science! me-jev’l
re-lij-mus costumery all over yo’ body! yow! oh
yeah! mmmm-hmmm!