Luyện nghe bài hát Dummy Up

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
Ruth (percussion)
simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Bruce (trombone)
fowler (trumpet)
Napoleon murphy (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
humphrey (drums)
Chester (drums)
(background vocals)
(background vocals)
Robert (background vocals)

Get up in the
You know, I dig this
The sun is shinin'
I'm get outside
Gonna wash my
my hat
Put it on my
I a walk downtown
Yeah... because I feel so-oh
I think I'm gonna a walk downtown
Hey! sunrise!

Wo!
Somethin' I never seen
Been walkin' the street every day
Nobody like you passed my way
Maybe it must be too sun
be my hat, must be too much...

Wait a minute! is that
that? ...what, what's that? ...
What, that? ...what? ...

up

What is ...
I know what that is, I know that is...
I bet you a restaurant menu...
Let me see!...let me see!

Not do you get the desenex burger

Not only...the burger
Well you are in for a treat, jim

Wait a minute...i I like that dance better than...
What are you talkin' about,

What I'm talkin' is you've been in this killer fog down here too long

You somethin' to get up and go to school with

a minute, you're not talkin' to an old fool now,
You I wasn't born yesterday!
Heh heh heh!
a minute...
I like that little dance you doin' there...

(jeff tries to corrupt napoleon murphy brock by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma...)
Hey! a minute!

Hey this, stuff...

I never seen one of before...that's not a menu...

This stuff is

is that?

You shoot it, you'll all winter.

I do

It longer

(not only do you get the burger)

Now on, try it.

No, no.

really good.

No. that? !

Have I ever to you?
Have I seen you before?

I don't, I don't know you!

Look...

I don't know what that is!
And drivin' me to smoke it? !...

before, we smoked the tapes that you made.

Smoked the

the tapes of your group.

I think I'm the damned.
You can get off.

Let's try a of this.

A

A joint.

You mean this joint?

No man!
you been in livin'? ...reseda?

No, san jose.
(the evil dope pusher is cutting up a white gym sock, formerly owned by carl zappa and still damp. the shredded sock will be placed of a high-school diploma and ignited with a sulphur-pre
Ion... his taste of big city life!...)

okay, wait...

Hey! the roach of this is gonna be good, so i'll...

mercy!

What do you do that thing?
What do you do that thing? yeah!
a minute!
a minute!
a minute!

What do you do with thing?
I know!
a minute!

(now the next step of this operation: the evil corrupter of youth is going to him from step one, which is a mere high-school diploma stuffed with a gym sock, to step two, which is a college
Ee stuffed with absolutely nothing at all. smoke that and it'll get you out there!...)

I don't feel as good as I felt this mornin'...yeah yeah...

(you'll out of it...)
up!

I it again, somebody said...

You see

a minute!...

College!
College!
college-rhythm.

You mean if I smoke that, it's the as this,
As if I was at
it on up!
it on up!
it on up!
me that!...

No no, the college degree is with absolutely nothing at all.
You get, you get with your college-degree...

But that's I want!
I forgot, I'm sorry...

Well, if you get nothin', well what I want.

(a true zen saying: nothing is what I want. the results of a education...)