Luyện nghe bài hát Dummy Up

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

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

Wo!
Somethin' I never before
Been down the street every day
Nobody like you ever 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, what's ...what? ...

up

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

Not only do you get the burger

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

Wait a minute...i think I like that dance than...
What are you about, creep?

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

You need 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 that little dance you were doin' there...

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

Hey this, stuff...

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

This stuff is

What is

You shoot it, you'll all winter.

I do

It longer

(not only do you get the burger)

Now on, try it.

No, no.

It's good.

No. smoke !

Have I lied to you?
Have I ever you before?

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

Look...

I don't even what that is!
And you're me to smoke it? !...

before, we smoked the tapes that you made.

Smoked the

Smoked the of your group.

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

try a joint of this.

A

A joint.

You this kinda joint?

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

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

okay, wait...

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

mercy!

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

What do you do with that
I know!
a minute!

(now the step of this operation: the evil corrupter of youth is going to take 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 nothing at all. smoke that and it'll really 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, the same as this,
As if I was at
it on up!
it on up!
it on up!
me that!...

No no, the college is stuffed 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 nothing is what I want. the results of a higher education...)