Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strictly Genteel (The Finale), artist - Frank Zappa.
Date of issue: 16.12.2021
Song language: English
Strictly Genteel (The Finale) |
Theodore Bikel: |
This, as you might have guessed, is the end of the movie. |
The entire cast is |
assembled here at the Centerville Recreational Facility to bid farewell to you, |
and to express thanks for your attendance at this theater. |
This might seem old |
fashioned to some of you, but I’d like to join in on this song. |
It’s the kind |
of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie, it’s the kind of a |
song that people might sing to let you in the audience know that we really like |
you and care about you, yeah. |
.. Understand how hard it is to laugh these |
days, with all the terrible problems in the world! |
Lord, have mercy on the people in England |
For the terrible food these people must eat |
(Baaahhh. .. excuse me a minute) |
And may the Lord have mercy on the fate of this movie |
And God bless the mind of the man in the street |
Help all the rednecks and the flatfoot policemen |
Through the terrible functions they all must perform |
God help the winos, the junkies, and the weirdos |
And every poor soul who’s adrift in the storm |
Help everybody, so they all get some action |
Some love on the weekend, some real satisfaction |
Phyllis Bryn-Julson: |
A room and a meal |
And a garbage disposal |
A lawn and a hose’ll |
Be strictly genteel |
Reach out your hand to the girl in the dog book |
The girl in the pig book, and the one with the horse |
Make sure they keep all those businessmen happy |
And the purple-lipped censors and the Germans of course |
Help everybody, so they all get some action |
Some love on the weekend, some real satisfaction |
A Swedish apparatus |
With a hood and a bludgeon |
With a microwave oven |
«Honey, how do it feel?» |
Lord, have mercy on the hippies and faggots |
And the dykes and the weird little children they grow |
Help the black man |
Help the poor man |
Help the milk man |
Help the door man |
Help the lonely, neglected old farts that I know |
Theodore Bikel: |
It’s been swell havin' you with us tonight, folks! |
Mark: |
But, don’t leave the theater yet, cause there’s still more to come, |
but before we go on, I want to introduce to you my friend and musical |
associate, Howard Kaylan, who’s going to give us all a final closing |
benediction |
They’re gonna clear out the studio |
They’re gonna tear down all the. |
They’re gonna whip down all the. |
They’re gonna sweep out all the. |
They’re gonna pay off all the. |
(Oh, yeah!) |
And then. |
And then. |
And then. |
And then. |
Hey hey hey, everybody in the orchestra and the chorus |
Talkin' 'bout every one of our lovely and talented dancers |
Talkin' 'bout the light bulb men |
Camera men |
The make-up men |
(The fake-up men) |
Yeah, the rake-up men |
(Especially Herbie Cohen, yeah. . .) |
They’re all gonna rise up |
They’re gonna jump up |
I said jump up |
Talkin' 'bout jump right up and off the floor |
Jump right up and hit the door |
They’re all gonna rise up and jump off! |
They’re gonna ride on home |
They’re gonna ride on home |
They’re gonna ride on home |
They’re gonna ride on home |
And once again |
Take themselves |
Seriously, yeeeah! |
Two, three, four, seriously |
They’re all gonna go home (ye-hey!) |
Through the driving sleet and rain |
They’re all gonna go home |
Through the fog, through the dust |
Through the tropical fever and the blistering frost |
They’re all gonna go home |
And get out of it as they can be, baby |
And the same goes for me |
(The same goes for me) |
Oh, yeah! |
Oh, yeah! |
Oh, yeah! |
Oh, yeah! |
And each and every member of this rock oriented comedy group in his own special |
way |
Is gonna get out of it as he can be |
We all gonna get wasted |
We all gonna get twisted |
We all gonna get wasted |
We all gonna get twisted |
And I am definitely gonna get. |
REAMED |
Cause I’m such a lonely |
I’m such a lonely |
A lonely, lonely, talkin' 'bout a lonely guy! |
Oh, and I know tonight, I am definitely. |
I am positively. |
I just have to get. |
BENT, REAMED AND WASTED |
Jimmy Carl Black: |
A disaster area the size of Atlantic City, New Jersey! |
Howard: |
He’s making me do this, ladies and gentlemen. |
I wouldn’t do it if it weren’t |
for him. |
You noticed, all through this material, I’ve been glancing over toward |
my left? |
Well, I’ll tell you the reason for that, ladies and gentlemen. |
HE is over there. |
HE is over on the left. |
HE is the guy that is making me do |
all this shit. |
Right over there. |
Now all through this movie, every time we’ve |
been on stage, I’ve had to look over in that direction, right? |
You saw it. |
.. |
you know. |
Well that’s cause HE’s over there. |
I’ve got to watch him for signs. |
He jumps up and down like a jackass. |
I can’t even believe the guy sometimes. |
But we gotta watch him. |
«After all,» we said, «it's Frank’s movie. |
«Now, we’re THE MOTHERS, but it’s still Frank’s movie. |
Let’s say it, |
he got to paid for it, he rented the studio, had all these cheesy sets built. |
.. it’s so moche! |
I can’t even stand it. |
.. He’s telling everybody, |
right now, right over there, to. |