Lyrics The Groupie Routine - Frank Zappa

The Groupie Routine - Frank Zappa
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!

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