Category Archives: FRANK ZAPPA

Motherly Love

Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love

Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your Mothers’ gonna love ya
Till ya don’t know what to do

The Mothers got love
That’ll drive ya mad
They’re ravin’ ’bout the way we do
No need to feel lonely . . .
No need to feel sad,
If we ever get a hold on you
What you need is . . .

Motherly love
(Come on, get it now)
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your Mothers’ gonna love ya
Till ya don’t know what to do

Nature’s been good
To this here band
Don’t ever think we’re shy
Send us up some little groupies
And we’ll take their hands
And rock ’em till they sweat and cry
What you need is . . .

Motherly love
(Get it now)
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your Mothers’ gonna love ya
Till ya don’t know what to do

We can love ya
Till ya have a heart attack
You’d best believe that’s true
We’ll bite your neck
And scratch your back
Till you don’t know what to do
What you need is . . .

Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your Mothers’ gonna love ya
Till ya don’t know what to do

You know I’ve got a little motherly love for you baby, yeah
You know I’ve got a little motherly love for you honey, yeah
You know it doesn’t bother me at all
That you’re only eighteen years old
‘Cause I got a little motherly love for you baby

Go Cry on Somebody Else’s Shoulder

A year ago today
Was when you went away
But now you come back knockin’ on my door
And you say you’re back to stay,
But I say…
Go cry
On somebody else’s shoulder
I’m somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don’t need you now
And I don’t love you
Anymore

You cheated me baby,
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That’s why I had to set you free
I sure don’t need you now
And I don’t love you
Anymore

A year ago today
You went away
And now you come back crying
Crying, crying: please, let me in
But I don’t need you
No I don’t love you anymore
So go lean on…go cry on
Somebody else’s door

Go cry
On somebody else’s shoulder
I’m somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don’t need you now
And I don’t love you
Anymore (Oh, my darling!)

[Spoken:]
Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and let the tears fall outa your eye
Let ’em fall on your dress
Who cares if it makes a mess?
I gave you my high school ring
At the root beer stand
We had a teen-age love baby
I thought it was sharp
It was really so grand…but

You cheated me baby
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That’s why I had to get my khakis pressed
I sure don’t need you now
And I don’t love you
Anymore

[Spoken:]
Baby, I love you so much, darling
Why don’t you dig me?
I dig you
But you don’t dig me
I don’t understand what it is
I had my car re-upholstered
I got my hair processed
I got a nice pompadour job on it
I bought a new pair of shoes
I got some new khakis and I met you
And we went out to get a Coca-Cola…

Who Are The Brain Police?

What will you do if we let you go home,
And the plastic’s all melted,
And so is the chrome?
WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE?

What will you do when the label comes off,
And the plastic’s all melted,
And the chrome is too soft?

WAAAAHHHHHH!
I think I’m gonna die . . .
I think I’m gonna die . . .
I think I’m going to die . . .
I think I’m going to die . . .
I think I’m going to die . . .
I think I’m going to die . . .
I’m gonna die . . .
I think I’m going to die . . .
I think I’m gonna die . . .
I’m going to die . . .
I think I’m gonna die . . .
I think I’m gonna die . . .
I think I’m gonna die . . .
Going to die!

WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE?

What will you do if the people you knew
Were the plastic that melted,
And the chromium too?
WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE?

I Ain’t Got No Heart

Ain’t got no heart
I ain’t got no heart to give away
I sit and laugh at fools in love
There ain’t no such thing as love
No angels singing up above today
Girl I don’t believe
Girl I don’t believe in what you say
You say your heart is only mine
I say to you, you must be blind
What makes you think that you’re so fine
That I would throw away
The groovy life 1 lead
‘Cause baby, what you’ve got, yeah
It sure ain’t what I need
Girl you’d better go
Girl you’d better go away
I think that life with you would1 be
Just not quite the thing for me
-Why hritsotau

Hungry Freaks, Daddy

Mister America
Walk on by
Your schools that do not teach
Mister America
Walk on by
The minds that won’t be reached
Mister America
Try to hide
The emptiness that’s you inside
When once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of
Hungry freaks, Daddy . . .

They won’t go
For no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren’t afraid to say
What’s on their minds
(The left-behinds of the Great Society)

Hungry freaks, Daddy . . .

Mister America
Walk on by
Your supermarket dream
Mister America
Walk on by
The liquor store supreme
Mister America
Try to hide
The product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes and then you cried:
THOSE HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!

They won’t go
For no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren’t afraid to say
What’s on their minds
(The left-behinds of the Great Society)