Luyện nghe bài hát Dummy Up

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
underwood (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
fowler (trombone)
Walt (trumpet)
Napoleon brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
Ralph (drums)
thompson (drums)
(background vocals)
(background vocals)
Robert (background vocals)

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

Wo!
I never seen before
Been down the street every day
Nobody you ever passed my way
Maybe it must be too sun
be my hat, must be too much...

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

up

What is ...
I know what that is, I 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
you are in for a real treat, jim

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

What I'm talkin' about is you've been in 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 know I born yesterday!
Heh heh heh!
a minute...
I like that little dance you were there...

(jeff simmons tries to 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 one of these before...that's not a menu...

This is expensive

What is

You shoot it, conserve all winter.

I do

It lasts

(not only do you get the burger)

Now on, try it.

No, no.

really good.

No. that? !

Have I lied to you?
Have I seen you before?

I don't, I don't even you!

Look...

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

Just before, we the tapes that you made.

the tapes?

Smoked the tapes of group.

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

try a joint of this.

A

A joint.

You mean this joint?

No man!
Where you 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 inside of a high-school diploma and with a sulphur-pre
Ion... his first taste of big life!...)

okay, wait...

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

mercy!

What do you do with that
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 next step of 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 with absolutely 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 heard it again, 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 nothing your college-degree...

But what I want!
I forgot, I'm sorry...

Well, if you get nothin', well that's I want.

(a true zen saying: is what I want. the results of a higher education...)