Frank Zappa (guitar, lead vocals)
Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan Zavod (keyboards)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)

From Madam Wong's to Starwood
To the Whiskey on the Strip
You can hear the crashing, blasting strum
Of bands that come to be real hip
And get a record contract
From a talent scout some day
They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls
They'll take the check 'n' walk away
If they're lucky they'll get famous
For a week or two perhaps
They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear
And hope the business don't collapse
Before some stupid magazine
Decides they're really good
They're a Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
From downtown Hollywood

Tinsel Town Rebellion, Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
It's a little bitty Tinsel Town Rebellion
A Tinsel Town Rebellion Band

They used to play all kinds of stuff
And some of it was nice
Some of it was musical
But then they took some guy's advice
To get a record deal, he said,
They would have to be more punk
Forget their chops and play real dumb
Or else they would be sunk
So off they go to S.I.R. to learn some stupid riffs

Oh no! No no no no no no no no! Cause the aces are good

And when they think they've got it
They launch a new career
Who gives a fuck if what they play
Is somewhat insincere
Let's dance the blues again
Everybody!
Dance the blues again
Come on and
Dance the blues again
Get down from the...

I write the songs that make the young girls cry!

Did you know that in Tinsel Town the people down there
Think that substance is a bore
And if your New Wave group looks good
They'll hurry on back for more
Of leather groups

I do I!
We'll rock you like a nincompoop!

and plastic groups

Rubber goods!

And groups that look real queer

I'll tumble for ya!
(He'll tumble for ya!)
I'll tumble for ya!
I'll tumble for ya very much!
Moo moo moo moo moo
(Home town sausage tambourine)

To be continued...