(ZappaMariano)

[includes a quote from the 3rd Movement "Marche Funebre" of the Sonata No. 2 in B Flat minor (Chopin)]



[Ike Willis voice

Chad Wackerman drums

FZ synclavier]



Yo cats, yo yo

Yo chooch, way to go

You is dead, but you don't know

Yo let's carve, hey where's them blow?



Get your fiddle, get your bow

Play some footballs on your hole

Watch your watch, play a little flat

Make the session go overtime, that's where it's at



Hey, saxophone, clarinet

How many doubles can you get

Special rules providin' the way

To help you maximize your pay



Your girl, Arlyn's, what's the diff

What's the service that you're with

So long as you can suck them butt

On the contractor who calls you up



Your career could take a thud

Unless you kneel and scarf his pud

And when the dates come rolling in

You can wipe your lips and flash a grin

That tells them all at the jingle date

That you enjoyed what you just ate



Yum yum, dog food

Haemorrhoid cream but the bread's so good

New RV and a leisure suit

Hey, I play shit but I love that loot



Thank the union, it's so great

Only a few get to be on the date

Those other schmucks with electric guitars

Got to play for poot in the "B" scale bars



You have made it, you are cool

You have been to the Berklee School

You give clinics on the side

Music has died and no one cried



Yo cats, Yo yo

Yo chooch way to go

You is dead



Hey! Have a nice one, guy!