Текст песни Frank Zappa - The Downtown Talent Scout
Frank Zappa - The Downtown Talent Scout слова песни
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)Elliot ingber (rhythm guitar)Roy estrada (bass)Jimmy carl black (drums)Ray collins (tambourine)The kids are freaking outEverybodys goin nutsThe heats out every nightTo call up names and kick thier buttsBut everytime you turn aroundYoull see some joker staring backHes got a secret tape recorderAnd a camera in a sackPretending that hes just anotherOf the kiddies freaking outBut they pay him off in acidCos hes a downtown talent scoutHes got your nameAnd hes got your faceHes got your ex-old ladys placeHes here to see whats goin downAnd they dont believe the things hes foundThe badges gleam and the minors screamWhen he pulls on the sceneThey got no warrants in their pocketsBut that badge makes them supremeYou kids are smoking dandelionsYoure sniffing paper bags babyYoure dropping good n plentiesWe can tell your posture sagsNow line up here against the wallYour bodies frail and thinAnd open up your pocketsWhile we dump the evidence inWell they know that smoking flowersWont win a case in courtAnd they know that good n plentiesArent the psychedelic sortBut they tear your place apartBecause they simply couldnt passA chance to drag some freaks downtownFor smoking devil grassWell you never get your day in courtThe food downtown is foulThe day of trial you nearly dieWith maggots in your bowelBut modern law and justiceHas advanced to such a pointThat a jury trial is uselessThey simply take you to the jointCause after all you look so freakyHow could anyone believeThat what you think and what you feelComes close at all to what is realBlow your harmonica son