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)



Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again

Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again



They took a whole bunch of acid

So they could see where it's at

(it's over there, over there,

Over there, over there

And underneath also)

They lived on a whole bunch of nothing

They thought they looked very good

They'd never ever worry

They were always in a hurry

To convince themselves that what they were

Was really very groovy

Yes, they believed in all the papers

And the magazines that defined their folklore

They could never laugh

At who or what they thought they were

Or even what they thought

They sorta oughta be

They were totally empty

(totally empty)

And their lives were really useless

So what the fuck?

They didn't have no sense of humor

Now they got nothing left

To laugh about

Including themselves



Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again

Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again



They were mellow

They were yellow

They were wearing smelly blankets

They looked like donovan fans

They walkin' 'round

With stupid flowers

In they hair and everywhere

They tried to stuff 'em up the guns

Of all the cops

And other servants of the law

Who tried to push 'em around

And later moved 'em down

But they were full of all that shit

That they believed in

So what the fuck?

(what the fuck?)

Now i've seen 'em tightenin' up they headbands

On the weekend

And they get loaded

When they came to town

They walked around in greenwich village

To buy posters they could hang up

In them smelly little secret

Black light bedrooms

On long island

Singin': "jimi come back!"

Now come back and regulate the boy's fuzz-tone

Your haze was so purple

It caused your axis to be bold as love

Now jimi (feed back) gimme some feedback

Come back and feed back on my knapsack

You can feed back the fuzz tone from your wah-wah

While you bend down

And set your stuff on fire



Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again

Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again



We can turn it around

We can do it again

We can go back in time

Through the canyons of your mind

On the eve of destruction

We can act like we are

Something really special

You just jump in the bath-tub

With that other guy jim

And make him be more careful

We can visit big mama

And wrap her on the back

When she eats her sandwich

(la la la la)

We can take care of janis

When she gets so depressed

She can't take it no more

We can laugh at keith moon's jokes

(ha ha ha ha ha)

And the colour tv

(ha ha)

He threw out the windum

From the second floor

Everybody come back

No one can do it like you used to

If you listen to the radio

And what they play today

You can tell right away:

All those assholes really need you!

Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again

Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again



Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again

Turn and turn

Turn and turn

We're turning again




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