Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)Mark volman (vocals)Howard kaylan (vocals)Jim pons (bass, vocals)Don preston (keyboards, electronics)Ian underwood (keyboards, alto saxophone)Aynsley dunbar (drums)I mean, really, really, I mean, you guys,What can I say, you guys are my favorite bandYou gotta tell me somethin’,Are you here in hollywood long? I mean, I just...No, I’m ah, we’re recording here in townYou’re recording here? Yeah, at the record plantThe record plant? YeahOh, bobby sherman records hereI just love bobby sherman and david cassidyDo you know david cassidy? No, i...Have you ever run into any members of the tree dog night? Joe shermy once i...Oh! they are my favorite band!They’re so professional, I mean...So creative...How ’bout david crosby? I mean...He’s so in, you know, i...No, I never...He’s...he just knows...I mean, he almost cut his hair but he didn’tNo, listen, ah, do you know how...Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here? Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport? No no, we don’t, we have a bus on this particular thingOh!YeahTell me one thing: do you like my new car? Oh yeah! it’s a...pavilion, isn’t it? Oh, not just a pavilion, it’s a pauley pavilionOh!Yeah, it’s real futuristic,I like the little naked man turn signalsSo ah, we gotta get up, you know,And ah, go to the studio in the morningAnd then we groove court for about two weeksAnd then we ah, we leave againOh, really? Where do you play when you go from here? Ah, let me see...needles...Oh oh! you guys are so professionalNo, it’s nothing...I mean the way you get to travel to all those exotic townsYou get to playin’ and playin’ in all these great soundingHallsTell me somethin’: do you really have a hitsingle in theCharts now? Right now, I mean, with a bullet? That’s really importantListen baby, would I lie to youJust to run my fingers through your pukes? Don’t talk to me that way!I am not a groupie!I never said that...I’m not a groupieNeither are my friends hereJim and ian and aynsley and don and frankNone of us are groupiesPleased to meet all you girlsHiya howie...Tell ’em, tell ’em, we don’t...we aren’t groupiesHowardYeahWe only like musicians for friendsThat’s rightYou, you know, you understand? We still wanna hear your recordYou know, we still like to come in your busListen now, on the other side of the record,Didn’t you say that you got off bein’ jukedWith a baby octopus and spewed upon with cream corn? And that your hair-lipped queen-o-bassplayin’ girlfriendWith the cross ties and the tits on her shirtHad to have it with a hot seven-up bottle or you went up theWall? Oh! howie...What’s the deal, mama? Howie, all that’s true, howieAnd sometimes I even dig it with a jack-in-the-box ring jobBut howie, we are not, we are not groupies, howieI told robert plant thatI told elton johnI told steve stillsYeahAnd he didn’t even wanna ball meI can see that...Listen, the thing is baby, I want some action, you knowI’m only here for a couple of weeks,Recording at the record plantWith that naked statue in the bathroom and stuff...I’m horny as fuck!Listen to me...I want a steaming, succulent, juicy, drippy, ever-wideningKind of a smelly, slimy, many folded,Sort of in-and-out contracting sphincterKind of a hole with a, with a, with a...Let’s see, there’s gotta be a way I can put this discreetlyLet’s say we hop in the isle over those guysAnd the blewin’ fuck baby!Hey, hey, hey!I’m in this band man...I told you that many timesNo matter what goes onListen! it just so happens tonightI mean, this is unbelievableAre you a virgoNo...I mean, it just so happens tonightMe and my girlfriends, well,We came here lookin’ for a guy from a groupAh!But just not any guy from any groupYeah...We’re lookin’ for a guy from a group with a dikWell, I can show you!But he’s gotta have a dik which is a monster!(wow!)That’s me!You peeked!That’s me, you little westward wench nipple-queen!Take me, I’m yours, you hole.Fulfil my wildest dreams!Oh! anything for you my most seductive pop star of a man.Yeah? Picture this if you canOkay, I’ll try...Bead jobsKnotted nylonsBamboo canesThree unreleased recordings of crosby, stills, nash & youngFighting at the fillmore east.Oh!Two unreleased recordings of...of the grateful dead,Sitting in with mel tormeYeah!No! i...Oh! man! oh, i, I just...I can’t stand it!Do you understand me baby? I mean, I can’t stand it!I can’t stand it!I can’t stand it!...I gotta see my baby!I gotta...I can’t stand it!