Текст песни Frank Zappa - Yo Cats
Frank Zappa - Yo Cats слова песни
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)Steve vai (guitar)Johnny "guitar" watson (guitar, vocals)Ike willis (guitar, vocals)Ray white (guitar, vocals)Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals)Tommy mars (keyboards)Scott thunes (bass)Chad wackerman (drums)Ed mann (percussion)Yo cats, yo yoYo chooch, way to goYou is dead, but you dont knowYo lets carve, hey wheres the blow? Get your fiddle, get your bowPlay some footballs on your holeWatch your watch, play a little flatMake the session go overtime, thats where its atSaxophone, clarinetHow many doubles can you getSpecial rules provide the wayTo help you maximize your payYour girl, arlyns, whats the diffWhats the service that youre withSo long as you can suck the buttOf the contractor who calls you upYour career could take a thudUnless you kneel and scarf his pudAnd when the dates come rolling inYou can wipe your lips and flash a grinThat tells them all on the jingle dateThat you enjoyed what you just ateYum yum, dog foodHemorrhoid cream but the breads so goodNew rv and a leisure suitHey, I play shit but I love the lootThank the union, its so greatOnly a few get to be on the dateThose other shmucks with electric guitarsGot to play for poot in the bistro barsYou have made it, you are coolYou have been to the berkeley schoolYou give clinics on the sideMusic has died and no one criedYo cats, yo yoYo chooch way to goYou is dead!Hey! have a nice one, guy!