Frank Zappa (vocals)
Denny Walley (vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)
Arthur Barrow (bass)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)

Thank you, okay, sit down.
Some more raw unbridled perfurnery for you
and yours during this festive holiday season.

A year ago today was when you went away
But now you come back knocking on my door
And you say you're back to stay, but I say


I don't need you (I don't need you)

I don't want you (I don't want you)

I don't need you (Oh you treat me so bad baby)

I don't love you (Oh you treat me like a piece of shit)

I don't need you (Oh you know that's not it)

I don't want you

I can't use you (gotta get a little rubber girl)

Need a rubber girl (rubber girl)

Send me up a little rubber girl (y'know I can put it in the back)

I got a rubber girl (got one with a 69 dollar battery pack)

Here comes my rubber girl (my little rubber girl)

A little rubber girl (she loves to do anything I want)

Little rubber girl (my little rubber girl)

My little rubber girl (I pull the string and she can do anything)

I know she loves me (I can put it in the back)

I know she loves me (I can put it in the front crack)

I know she loves me (I can push her tonsils down her throat)

I know she loves me (and make that bitch scream like a goat)

I never have no trouble with my rubber girl (I like to bend her over and ram it all the way in)

I never have no trouble with my rubber girl (and then go back and do it again)

I never have no trouble with my litle rubber girl (y'know you treated me like shit)

I never have no trouble with my little rubber girl (Ahh, that's why I never find me a lady)

To be continued...