Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Groupie Routine, artist - Frank Zappa. Album song You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 15.05.1988
Record label: Zappa Family Trust
Song language: English
The Groupie Routine |
Mark: I mean really… Really! |
Howard: Rant-ran-n-n-nant rant-rant-rant… |
Mark: I mean, you guys, what can I say, you guys are my favorite band. |
You gotta tell me something… are you here in Hollywood long? |
I mean, I just. |
Howard: No, I’m uh, we’re recording here in town |
Mark: You’re recording? |
Howard: Yeah, at the Record Plant |
Mark: The Record Plant. |
Oh! |
Howard: Yeah |
Mark: Bobby Sherman records there. |
I just love Bobby Sherman, and David Cassidy. |
Do you know David Cassidy? |
Howard: No… I… |
Mark: Have you ever run into any of the members of the Three Dog Night? |
Howard: Joe Schermie once, uh… |
Mark: OH-HHH! |
They are my favorite band, they’re so professional, I mean, |
so creative… How about David Crosby? |
I mean, he so… IN, y’know, I… |
Howard: No, I never… |
Mark: He’s… he just knows, I mean, he almost cut his hair, but he didn’t, |
well… |
Howard: No, listen, do you know how… do you know how to get to the Chateau |
Marmont from here? |
Mark: Not exactly, is it by the… by the airport? |
Howard: No, no, we don’t… we have a bus on this particular thing… |
Mark: Oh! |
Howard: Yeah |
Mark: Tell me one thing, do you like my new car? |
Howard: Oh, yeah, it’s a Pavilion, isn’t it? |
Mark: Oh! |
Not just a Pavilion, it’s a Pauley Pavilion |
Howard: Oh! |
(Bleagh!) Yeah, it’s real futuristic, I like the little naked man |
turn signals. |
So, uh… we gotta get up, y’know and go to the studio in the |
morning, and then we record for about two weeks and then we, uh, we leave again |
FZ: Ha ha ha ha! |
Mark: Oh really? |
Where do you play when you go from here? |
Howard: Uh, let me see… NEEDLES… |
Mark: Oh, you guys are so professional! |
Howard: No, it’s nothing… |
Mark: I mean the way you get to travel to… |
Howard: It’s a… |
Mark:…to all those exotic towns you get to play in, and playin' all these |
great sounding halls, I mean… |
Howard: I’m immune to it, you know… |
Mark: Tell me something. |
Do you really have a hit single in the charts now, |
right now I mean, with a BULLET? |
That’s really important |
Howard: Listen, baby, would I lie to you just to run my fingers through your |
pubes? |
Mark: Don’t talk to me that way! |
Howard: No, what I was saying… |
Mark: I AM NOT A GROUPIE! |
Howard: I never said you’re a… |
Mark: I am not a groupie, neither are my friends here, Jim, and Ian, |
and Aynsley and Don and Frank, none of us are groupies! |
Howard: Pleased to meet all you girls |
FZ: Hi, Howie! |
Mark: Tell 'em, tell 'em, we don’t, we aren’t groupies |
Jim: Howard… |
Howard: Yeah… |
Jim: We only like musicians for friends |
Howard: That’s right |
Jim: You, you know? |
You understand? |
FZ: We still wanna hear your record |
Mark: And we’d still like to come in your bus |
Howard: Yeah? |
Listen now, on the other side of record didn’t you say that you |
get off being juked with a baby octopus and spewed upon with creamed corn, |
and that your hair-lipped queen-o bass-playing girlfriend with the crossed |
eyes and the tits on his shirt had to have it with a hot 7-UP bottle or he went |
UP THE WALL? |
Mark: Oh, Howie… |
Howard: What’s the deal, MAMA? |
Mark: Howie, all that’s true, Howie, and sometimes I even dig it with a |
Jack-In-The-Box ring job. |
But Howie, we are not… |
Howard: At last! |
Mark: We are not groupies, Howie, I told Robert Plant that… |
Howard: Plant-uh? |
Mark: I told Elton John, I told Steve Stills… |
Howard: Yeah… |
Mark: And he didn’t even want to ball me |
Howard: I can see that. |
Listen. |
The thing is, baby, I want some action, yknow? |
I’m only here for a coupla weeks recording at the Record Plant with the naked |
statue in the bathroom 'n stuff, I’m horny as fuck. |
Listen to me. |
I want a steaming, succulent, juicy, drippy, ever-widening kind of a smelly, |
slimy, many-folded sort of in-and-out contracting sphincter kind of a hole |
with a, with a, with a… let’s see, there’s gotta be a way I can put this |
discreetly… |
FZ: Ha ha ha! |
Howard: Let’s say we hop in the aisle over those guys in the blue and FUCK, |
BABY! |
Mark: Hey, hey, hey! |
I’m in this band, man! |
I told you that many times. |
No matter what goes on. |
Listen, it just so happens tonight… I mean, |
this is unbelievable. |
Are you a Virgo? |
Howard: No… |
Mark: I mean it just so happens tonight me and my girlfriends, well we came |
here lookin' for a guy from a group… |
Howard: Ahhh! |
Mark: But just not ANY guy from ANY group… |
Howard: Yeah? |
Mark: We’re lookin' for a guy from a group with a DICK! |
Howard: Well! |
I can show you… |
Mark: But he’s gotta have a dick WHICH IS A MONSTER! |
WAHHHHH! |
Howard: That’s me! |
You peeked. |
That’s me, you little Westwood wench nipple |
queen! |
Take me, I’m yours, you hole… Fulfill my wildest dreams… |
Mark: Oh, oh, oh, anything for you, my most seductive pop star of a man… |
Howard: Yeah? |
Mark: Picture this if you can… |
Howard: Okay, I’ll try… |
Mark: Bead jobs… |
Howard: Bead jobs! |
Mark: Knotted nylons. |
Bamboo canes. |
Three unreleased recordings of Crosby, |
Stills, Nash and Young fighting at the Fillmore East |
Howard: Oh, no… |
Mark: Two unreleased recordings of… of the Grateful Dead sitting in with Mel |
Torme |
Howard: Yeah… No, I… oh, man, oh, I, I just… I CAN’T STAND IT! |
You understand me, baby, I mean… I CAN’T STAND IT! |
I CAN’T STAND IT! |
I CAN’T STAND IT! |
ON FIRE! |
I’M GOING HOME! |
I GOTTA SEE MY BABY! |
I’M GONNA LOVE HER SO MUCH! |
I CAN’T STAND IT! |