Frank zappa (guitar) Lowell george (guitar, lead vocals) Roy estrada (bass, vocals) Don preston (keyboards, electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood
Tercüme: Zappa, Frank. Charles Ives.
Tercüme: Zappa, Frank. Charles Ives (Beat).
It's just my funny way of laughin' Yes, my funny way of laughin' Your leavin' didn't bother me It's just my funny way of laughin' Yes, my funny way of
Last Sunday Mornin', Lord, Lord Lord (my recollection is that every line repeats) Yeaah, Last Sunday Mornin' Lord Lord I went huntin for the grey goose
Have a holly jolly Christmas It's the best time of the year I don't know if there'll be snow But have a cup of cheer Have a holly jolly Christmas And
Lavender blue, dilly, dilly Lavender green If I were king, dilly, dilly I'd need a queen Who told me so? Dilly, dilly Who told me so? I told myself,
There was a little railroad train with loads and loads of toys All starting out to find a home with little girls and boys And as that little railroad
Saw a flea kick a tree Fooba wooba, fooba wooba Saw a flea kick a tree Fooba wooba John Saw a flea kick a tree In the middle of the sea Well, John, ho
Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit Your coat is mighty gray Yes, bless God, it's made that way Every little soul must shine, shine Every little soul must shine,
Please send some snow Some snow for Johnny He wants to build A big snowman It was a week just before Christmas Way down in Louisiana A little boy was
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as
When I was young, I used to wait On the boss and give him his plate And pass him the bottle when he got dry And brush away the blue tail fly Jimmy, crack
Got a new house with new lumber Even got a new phone number Did it all since we broke apart Got acquainted with new faces Started going to new places
Some people have dogs for pets And some people have cats but There was a tailor, had a mouse Hi diddle um come feed a They lived together in one house
On top of old smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover From a courtin' too slow On top of old smokey I went there to weep A false hearted lover
AUNT RHODY Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead. The one she's been saving to make a feather bed
Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away Laying in the shadows underneath the trees Goodness how delicious
