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Zoot Allures

Frank Zappa

℗ 1976 Warner Brothers Records WB 56 298 / Zappa Family Trust

℗ 1976 Barking Pumpkin Records UNW 17701

℗ 1993 Rykodisc Records RCD 10523

Frank Zappa  1976  Zoot Allures

Zoot Allures, released in October 1976, is mostly a studio album (there are some basic live tracks, as in the title track and "Black Napkins") featuring a revolving cast of musicians who, oddly, do not correspond to the ones pictured on the album cover (for instance, Patrick O'Hearn and Eddie Jobson did not contribute). Compared to previous releases like One Size Fits All, Roxy & Elsewhere, or even Over-Nite Sensation, and to upcoming ones such as Zappa in New York, Studio Tan, or Sheik Yerbouti, Zoot Allures sounds very stripped down to bare essentials. Zappa focused on limited instrumentation, lots of bass, and whispered vocals to create a masterpiece of dark, slow, sleazy rock. Except for the opening and closing numbers ("Wind Up Workin' in a Gas Station" and "Disco Boy"), all the material is slow to medium tempo with Zappa delivering the closest he'll ever get to a crooner vocal performance. "The Torture Never Stops" is the highlight, ten minutes of suggestive lyrics, crawling riffs, searing solos, and female screams of pain. That song and "Disco Boy" became classic tracks; "Black Napkins" and "Zoot Allures" rate among the man's best guitar solos. Historical note: The album was first devised as a two-LP set and would have included "Sleep Dirt," "Filthy Habits," and "The Ocean Is the Ultimate Solution," which all also fit the mood. Although humor has not been completely evacuated, Zoot Allures comes through as a much more serious rock record. Yet, it is more than a transitional album; it represents one of Zappa's strongest accomplishments. Franois Couture.

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Wind Up Workin' in a Gas Station

This here song might offend you some.
If it does, it's because you're dumb.
That's the way it is where I come from.
If you been there too, let me see your thumb.

Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.
Let me see your thumb.

Show me your thumb if your really dumb.
Show me your thumb if your really dumb.
Show me your thumb if your really dumb.
Show me your thumb if your dumb.

Hey now, better make a decision.
Be a moron, and keep your position.
You oughta know now, all your education,
Won't help you no-how.

You're gonna wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.

Pumpin' the gas every night.
Pumpin' the gas every night.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.

Pumpin' the gas every night.
Pumpin' the gas every night.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.

Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Many da camper wants to by some white.
Wind up workin' in a gas station

Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.
Wind up workin' in a gas station.

The Torture Never Stops

Flies all green and buzzin', in this dungeon of despair.
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes, and scratch their matted hair.
A tiny light, from a window hole, a hundred yards away, is all they ever gets to know about the regular light in the day.

And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin', and weepin' greenish drops.
In the room where the giant fire puffer works, and the torture never stops.

The torture never stops.

Slime and rot, rats and snot, and vomit on the floor.
Fifty yoogly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door.
Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes of every tool of pain.
And a sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop, where the blood goes down the drain.

And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin', and weepin' greenish drops.
In the room where the giant fire puffer works, and the torture never stops.

The torture never stops.
The torture the torture
The torture never stops.

Flies all green and buzzin', in this dungeon of despair.
An evil prince eats a steaming pig, in a chamber right near there.
He eats the snouts and the trotters first.
The loins and the groins is soon dispersed.
His carvin' style is well rehearsed.
He stands and shouts:

All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!

And disagree?
Well, no one durst.

He's the best, of course, of all the worst.
Some wrong been done, he done it first.

And it stinks so bad, his bones been chokin', and weepin' greenish drops.
In the night of the iron sausage,
where the torture never stops.

The torture never stops.
The torture the torture
The torture never stops.

Flies all green and buzzin', in this dungeon of despair.
Who are all those people, that he's locked away down there?
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeroes, someone painted?

And it's never been explained, since it first it was created.
But a dungeon, like a sin, requires naught but lockin' in, of everything that's ever been.
Look at her.
Look at him.

That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.

Ms. Pinky

I got a girl with a little rubber head
Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
She never talked back like a lady might do
And she looks like she loves it every time I get through
And her name is P-I-N-K-Y
P-I-N no lie
K-Y me-oh-my
She's 69 - 95, give her a try
P-I-N-K-Y
P-I-N I cry
K-Y don't be shy
69 - 95 boy, give her a try

Her eyes 's all shut in an ecstasy face
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place
Throw a little switch on her battery pack
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back

And her name is P-I-N-K-Y
P-I-N I cry
K-Y don't be shy
69 - 95 boy, give her a try

I got a girl with a little rubber head
Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
She never talked back like a lady might do
And she looks like she loves it every time I get through

Her eyes 's all shut in an ecstasy face
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place
Throw a little switch on her battery pack
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back

Find Her Finer

Find her finer, sneak up behind her, unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her, act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her.

If you should see a girl on the street, now maybe you might think she is sweet,
but if you wanna tickle her treat, now really what should you do?

Don't never let her know you are smart.
The universe is no place to start.
You gotta play it straight from the heart, she gwine renunciate you.

That's why you gotta

Find her finer, sneak up behind her, unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her, act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her.

Now maybe you might think this is crude, and maybe you might think I am rude,
And maybe this approach I have spewed is not the one for you.

But believe me later on you'll find, as you impress her with your mind,
That you will just be left behind, for a wiser fool.

So you might as well.

Find her finer, sneak up behind her, unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her, act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her.

Find her finer, sneak up behind her, unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her, act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her.

Find her finer, sneak up behind her, unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her, act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her.

Disco Boy

Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders,
'cause some dandruff might be hiding there.

Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the disco thing made you think someday that you just might go somewhere.

Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a disco boy, to treat you right.
He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight.
Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb.

Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're playing with @!#%! while you're standing there.

Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl who's really right, gonna fall for your line, and feed you a box full of chicken delight.

Disco chit-chat so demure, pump that booty all across the floor.
A disco drink, a disco wink, you never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.

Duty. Go duty!
Duty. Go duty!
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
You never duty. Go duty.
Duty. You never duty.

Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again.
Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's leaving with your friend.

Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow.

Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll blot out your disco sorrow.

It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.
It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.