The Downtown Talent Scout Lyrics - Frank Zappa

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) 

Elliot Ingber (rhythm guitar) 

Roy Estrada (bass) 

Jimmy Carl Black (drums) 

Ray Collins (tambourine) 

The kids are freaking out 

Everybody's goin' nuts 

The heats out every night 

To call up names and kick thier butts 

But everytime you turn around 

You'll see some joker staring back 

He's got a secret tape recorder 

And a camera in a sack 

Pretending that he's just another 

Of the kiddies freaking out 

But they pay him off in acid 

Cos he's a downtown talent scout 

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He's got your name 

And he's got your face 

He's got your ex-old lady's place 

He's here to see whats goin down 

And they don't believe the things he's found 

The badges gleam and the minors scream 

When he pulls on the scene 

They got no warrants in their pockets 

But that badge makes them supreme 

You kids are smoking dandelions 

You're sniffing paper bags baby 

You're dropping Good N' Plenties 

We can tell your posture sags 

Now line up here against the wall 

Your bodies frail and thin 

And open up your pockets 

While we dump the evidence in 

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Well they know that smoking flowers 

Won't win a case in court 

and they know that Good N' Plenties 

Aren't the psychedelic sort 

But they tear your place apart 

Because they simply couldn't pass 

A chance to drag some freaks downtown 

For smoking devil grass 

Well you never get your day in court 

The food downtown is foul 

The day of trial you nearly die 

With maggots in your bowel 

But modern law and justice 

Has advanced to such a point 

That a jury trial is useless 

They simply take you to the joint 

Cause after all you look so freaky 

How could anyone believe 

That what you think and what you feel 

Comes close at all to what is real 

Blow your harmonica son