Frank Zappa (guitar, lead vocals). Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals). Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals). Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals).
Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been?. Is that so much to ask I'll pay you back no matter what the task. You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know,.
I've been run down and I've been lied to.. And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.. She took all my money, wrecks my new car.. Now she's with one of my good time buddies,.
Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw. Parked outside your door. Tell me what you left me waiting. Two or three hours for. . Tell me why when the phone rings baby.
Once I was glad. Always happy never sad. And every day. Seemed like Sunday. And although things were slow. Never seemed to have no dough. Somehow, I never once got lonely.
Got on a bus in Memphis. Destination Rome. Georgia ain't no paradise. But a place I just call home. . I sat next to a broken hearted bride. She was cryin', tryin' so hard to hide.
People say that you're no good. But I wouldn't cut you loose, baby, if I could. Well, I seem to stay down on the ground,. Baby, I'm too far gone to turn around.
Last Sunday morning, the sunshine felt like rain. The week before, they all seemed the same. With the help of God and true friends, I've come to realize.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;. Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.. You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door.. . I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues,.
Black hearted woman, can't you see your poor man dyin'. Can't count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I've been cryin'. Well I'm tired of all your slippery ways, I can't take your evil lyin'.
I've been run down and I've been lied to.. And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.. She took all my money, wrecks my new car.. Now she's with one of my good time buddies,.
Yeah sad eyed woman. Boogie 'til the break of dawn. Yeah long a-bout the break of day yeah. Oh your man has up and gone. . You got thirteen lovely children.
Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw,. Parked outside your door,. Tell me what you left me waiting,. Two or three hours for.. . Tell me why when the phone rings baby,.
Black hearted woman, can't you see your poor man dyin'. Can't count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I've been cryin'. Well I'm tired of all your slippery ways, I can't take your evil lyin'.