Prologue lyrics

Artist  : Frank Zappa 
Song : Prologue



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 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!