The Evil Prince Lyrics

Song	The Evil Prince
Artist	Frank Zappa
Album	You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore, Vol. 4
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	作词 : Zappa
	Frank zappa (lead guitar)
	Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
	Ray white (guitar, lead vocals)
	Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
	Alan zavod (keyboards)
	Scott thunes (bass)
	Chad wackerman (drums)
	Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o stage
	T of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now
	Somewhere, over there,
	I can tell,
	I guess so
	Theres the voice of
	A potato-headed whatchamacallit
	Whoo, do tell!
	Who does not wish me well!
	His clothes are quite stupid,
	And also his shoes!
	Ain't no bussiness like show business
	He's got a big ol duck-mouth!
	Who knows how he chews!
	He thinks he knows something
	About the great plan!
	How ultimate blandness
	Must rule and command
	He knows not a drop,
	Not a crumb,
	Not a whit,
	Of the reason for doing
	This criminal shit
	And then, if he did,
	Would it matter a bit?
	Not at all!
	Because it is writ:
	Our beige-blandish god
	Tends to certify it:
	Only the boring and bland shall survive!
	Only the lamest of lameness will thrive!
	Take it or leave it, you wont be alive,
	If you are overtly creative!
	Fairies and faggots and queers are
	CreativeAll the best music on broadway is
	NativeWho will step forward
	And end all this trouble?
	For beige-blandish citizens,
	Clutching the rubble
	Of vanishing dreams
	Of wimpish amusement,
	Replaced by a rash
	Of creative confusement!
	Soon, my brave zombies,
	Youll make your return!
	Broadway will glow!
	Broadway will burn!(along with the remnants ofEverything new)
	My holy disease will do
	Wonders for you!
	Those lovely producers
	Who paid for you then
	Will do it again, and again, and again!
	The spying potato
	The spying potato
	With horrible diction
	And terrible diction
	Will rot in the garbage
	I can smell it right now
	When this shows eviction
	Takes place shortly after
	My alternate skill
	Of theatrical sabotage
	Triumphs your will!
	I've a special review
	Yes I know you really do!
	I've been saving for years
	Yes I know you really have
	For a show just like this,
	For a really stupid show
	With potatoes and queers
	I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and dull
	I'll say it makes boils inside of your skull
	I'll say it's the worst -of-the-worst of the year,
	No wind down the plain, and it's hard on your ear
	I'll say it's the work of an infantile mind
	I'll say that it's tasteless, and that you will find
	A better excuse to spend money or time
	At a tupper-ware party, wee-oo
	So, do be a smarty!
	Oo-oo-wee-oo
	Hold on to that dollar
	A little while longer
	For spending it here,
	Why, it couldnt be wronger!
	Whats happened to broadway?
	Wheres it gone, all the glitter?
	The heart and soul
	The patter?
	The pitter?
	And after this deadly review hits the paper,
	In will come roper, bender & raper,
	To legally execute all that remains
	Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains
	Drug-addled brains, drug addled brains(solo)
	Hold on to that g-string
	A little while longer
	For spending it here,
	Why, it couldnt be wronger!
	Whats happened to broadway?
	Wheres it gone, all the glitter?
	The heart and soul
	The patter?
	The pitter?
	And after this deadly review hits the paper,
	In will come roper, bender & raper,
	To legally execute all that remains
	Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains
	Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, brai-hains . . .

	zuo ci : Zappa
	Frank zappa lead guitar
	Ike willis guitar, vocals
	Ray white guitar, lead vocals
	Bobby martin keyboards, saxophone, vocals
	Alan zavod keyboards
	Scott thunes bass
	Chad wackerman drums
	Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o stage
	T of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now
	Somewhere, over there,
	I can tell,
	I guess so
	Theres the voice of
	A potatoheaded whatchamacallit
	Whoo, do tell!
	Who does not wish me well!
	His clothes are quite stupid,
	And also his shoes!
	Ain' t no bussiness like show business
	He' s got a big ol duckmouth!
	Who knows how he chews!
	He thinks he knows something
	About the great plan!
	How ultimate blandness
	Must rule and command
	He knows not a drop,
	Not a crumb,
	Not a whit,
	Of the reason for doing
	This criminal shit
	And then, if he did,
	Would it matter a bit?
	Not at all!
	Because it is writ:
	Our beigeblandish god
	Tends to certify it:
	Only the boring and bland shall survive!
	Only the lamest of lameness will thrive!
	Take it or leave it, you wont be alive,
	If you are overtly creative!
	Fairies and faggots and queers are
	CreativeAll the best music on broadway is
	NativeWho will step forward
	And end all this trouble?
	For beigeblandish citizens,
	Clutching the rubble
	Of vanishing dreams
	Of wimpish amusement,
	Replaced by a rash
	Of creative confusement!
	Soon, my brave zombies,
	Youll make your return!
	Broadway will glow!
	Broadway will burn! along with the remnants ofEverything new
	My holy disease will do
	Wonders for you!
	Those lovely producers
	Who paid for you then
	Will do it again, and again, and again!
	The spying potato
	The spying potato
	With horrible diction
	And terrible diction
	Will rot in the garbage
	I can smell it right now
	When this shows eviction
	Takes place shortly after
	My alternate skill
	Of theatrical sabotage
	Triumphs your will!
	I' ve a special review
	Yes I know you really do!
	I' ve been saving for years
	Yes I know you really have
	For a show just like this,
	For a really stupid show
	With potatoes and queers
	I' ll say it' s disgusting, atrocious, and dull
	I' ll say it makes boils inside of your skull
	I' ll say it' s the worst oftheworst of the year,
	No wind down the plain, and it' s hard on your ear
	I' ll say it' s the work of an infantile mind
	I' ll say that it' s tasteless, and that you will find
	A better excuse to spend money or time
	At a tupperware party, weeoo
	So, do be a smarty!
	Ooooweeoo
	Hold on to that dollar
	A little while longer
	For spending it here,
	Why, it couldnt be wronger!
	Whats happened to broadway?
	Wheres it gone, all the glitter?
	The heart and soul
	The patter?
	The pitter?
	And after this deadly review hits the paper,
	In will come roper, bender raper,
	To legally execute all that remains
	Of this tragic amusement for drugaddled brains
	Drugaddled brains, drug addled brains solo
	Hold on to that gstring
	A little while longer
	For spending it here,
	Why, it couldnt be wronger!
	Whats happened to broadway?
	Wheres it gone, all the glitter?
	The heart and soul
	The patter?
	The pitter?
	And after this deadly review hits the paper,
	In will come roper, bender raper,
	To legally execute all that remains
	Of this tragic amusement for drugaddled brains
	Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, braihains . . .

	zuò cí : Zappa
	Frank zappa lead guitar
	Ike willis guitar, vocals
	Ray white guitar, lead vocals
	Bobby martin keyboards, saxophone, vocals
	Alan zavod keyboards
	Scott thunes bass
	Chad wackerman drums
	Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o stage
	T of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now
	Somewhere, over there,
	I can tell,
	I guess so
	Theres the voice of
	A potatoheaded whatchamacallit
	Whoo, do tell!
	Who does not wish me well!
	His clothes are quite stupid,
	And also his shoes!
	Ain' t no bussiness like show business
	He' s got a big ol duckmouth!
	Who knows how he chews!
	He thinks he knows something
	About the great plan!
	How ultimate blandness
	Must rule and command
	He knows not a drop,
	Not a crumb,
	Not a whit,
	Of the reason for doing
	This criminal shit
	And then, if he did,
	Would it matter a bit?
	Not at all!
	Because it is writ:
	Our beigeblandish god
	Tends to certify it:
	Only the boring and bland shall survive!
	Only the lamest of lameness will thrive!
	Take it or leave it, you wont be alive,
	If you are overtly creative!
	Fairies and faggots and queers are
	CreativeAll the best music on broadway is
	NativeWho will step forward
	And end all this trouble?
	For beigeblandish citizens,
	Clutching the rubble
	Of vanishing dreams
	Of wimpish amusement,
	Replaced by a rash
	Of creative confusement!
	Soon, my brave zombies,
	Youll make your return!
	Broadway will glow!
	Broadway will burn! along with the remnants ofEverything new
	My holy disease will do
	Wonders for you!
	Those lovely producers
	Who paid for you then
	Will do it again, and again, and again!
	The spying potato
	The spying potato
	With horrible diction
	And terrible diction
	Will rot in the garbage
	I can smell it right now
	When this shows eviction
	Takes place shortly after
	My alternate skill
	Of theatrical sabotage
	Triumphs your will!
	I' ve a special review
	Yes I know you really do!
	I' ve been saving for years
	Yes I know you really have
	For a show just like this,
	For a really stupid show
	With potatoes and queers
	I' ll say it' s disgusting, atrocious, and dull
	I' ll say it makes boils inside of your skull
	I' ll say it' s the worst oftheworst of the year,
	No wind down the plain, and it' s hard on your ear
	I' ll say it' s the work of an infantile mind
	I' ll say that it' s tasteless, and that you will find
	A better excuse to spend money or time
	At a tupperware party, weeoo
	So, do be a smarty!
	Ooooweeoo
	Hold on to that dollar
	A little while longer
	For spending it here,
	Why, it couldnt be wronger!
	Whats happened to broadway?
	Wheres it gone, all the glitter?
	The heart and soul
	The patter?
	The pitter?
	And after this deadly review hits the paper,
	In will come roper, bender raper,
	To legally execute all that remains
	Of this tragic amusement for drugaddled brains
	Drugaddled brains, drug addled brains solo
	Hold on to that gstring
	A little while longer
	For spending it here,
	Why, it couldnt be wronger!
	Whats happened to broadway?
	Wheres it gone, all the glitter?
	The heart and soul
	The patter?
	The pitter?
	And after this deadly review hits the paper,
	In will come roper, bender raper,
	To legally execute all that remains
	Of this tragic amusement for drugaddled brains
	Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, braihains . . .

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