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)
HARRY:
JESUS, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite like that in a theater before! How 'bout you, RHONDA?
RHONDA:
You're a worm, HARRY. Drop dead. God, you're disgusting! Don't touch me! YUCK! What is this scum on your chest? Did that little rubber MAMMY 'do something' on you?
THING-FISH: (alarmed)
OB'DEWLLA! You lil' vagrant! What you been up to wit de chump over deahh? Lemme see yo' draw's! Uh-HUHHHH! Jes' couldn't hep y'seff, could ya! Pheww! You best be washin' dat thang off, dahlin'! I knows we's sposed ta be un-DESTRUCTABLE, but what you got ripenin' down dere be puttin' us all to DE TEST! Yow!
The EVIL PRINCE tap-dances over to THING-FISH, HARRY & RHONDA.
EVIL PRINCE: (fake Broadway singing)
Pers'nally, dahlin', I found de pre-formnence Wit de brief-case To be un-creedably stim-u-lat-nin'!
RHONDA:
Eat shit, you overbearing male chauvinist member of the scientific community!
THING-FISH:
What a sweet lil' hunk o' heaven she growed up t'be! When she were deflateable, she dint say nothin'...jes kept her face open like dis... waitin' fo de salami dat never 'rived! Now she fuckin' de briefcase, dumpin' de paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de ROYAL FAM'LY!
Girl! Dis cocksucker mights be EVIL, but he AM a PRINCE! Now he be talkin' de vernak-luh, I's findin' it consid'rubly mo' cornvemient to in- demnify wit his 'point-o-view!
EVIL PRINCE:
Sho' nuff! Um-hmm! Yeah! You a WISE ol' MAMMY! Where you fum, 'rijnlyy?
THING-FISH:
Why...uh...SAINT LOOMIS!
EVIL PRINCE:
Goddam! I knew it! I knew it! I could jes' make it out from yo' renunciation! Sho' get hot down deahh in de summer time!
THING-FISH:
DAT no lie...people be croakin' all over de fuckin' place! I sees y'all like dat sort o' thang...jedgin' fum yo' wa'd-robe, y'all be WELL INTO death 'n pestilence 'n shit! Prob'ly got yo-seff quite some 'spensive educashnin' goin' fo ya!
EVIL PRINCE:
Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Heh-heh! Saint Loomis! Damn! Some de ZOMBY-FOLK up de lab-mo-tory got kin deah!
THING-FISH:
Naw! Really? Cain't be!
EVIL PRINCE:
Oh hell yeah! De ugly dead muthafucker on de string deahh...he related to a buncha other ugly dead muthafuckers fum de East Side...'n de curly-headed sho't lil' ugly dead muthafucker wit de dead dog been fuckin' de police commissioner!
THING-FISH:
How you know so much 'bouts what gwine on down deahh, you EVIL COCKSUCKER! Y'all been stayin' quite well un-formed fum bein' in de lab-mo-tory most yo' time!
EVIL PRINCE:
Jes' might distress yo ass to loin dat on de way home fum de SAN QUENTIM 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
THING-FISH:
You lyin', boy! Dey givin' degrees in 'TATER HUSBANDRY' back de ol' alma-motta!
EVIL PRINCE:
To be continued... |
