Frank Zappa

Frank Zappa - Prologue lyrics

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Artist: Frank Zappa

Title: Prologue

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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 part-time 

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', ef 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 in de 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 of de 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, it'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'! Head like 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!
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