200 Motels Finale [YCDTOSA 6] Frank Zappa

OPAL, YOU HOT LITTLE BITCH!

They're gonna clear out the studio
(Are you kidding?)
I am not kidding
They're gonna tear down all the . .
(I hear ya)
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
(You got it, Jack)
Talkin' 'bout the light bulb men
Camera men (oh!)
The make-up men
(You got it)
(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
Yeah, two, three, four, seriously
They're all gonna go home
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
Yeah, and get out of it as they can be, baby
And the same goes for me
(And the same goes for me)
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!