Luyện nghe bài hát Dummy Up

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
Ruth (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Bruce (trombone)
fowler (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 mornin'
The sun is bright
I'm get outside
Gonna wash my
my hat
Put it on my
I take a downtown
Yeah... because I so-oh good
I think I'm gonna take a walk
Hey! sunrise!

Wo!
Somethin' I never seen
walkin' down the street every day
Nobody like you passed my way
it must be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, be too much...

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

up

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

Wait a minute...i think I like that better than...
are you talkin' about, creep?

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

You need somethin' to get up and go to school

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

(jeff simmons tries to corrupt napoleon 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

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.

It's good.

No. smoke !

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

I don't, I even know you!

Look...

I don't even know 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 think I'm the damned.
You can get off.

Let's try a of this.

A

A joint.

You mean kinda 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 will be placed inside of a high-school diploma and ignited with a sulphur-pre
Ion... his first taste of big life!...)

okay, wait...

Hey! the roach of is really 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 that
I know!
a minute!

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

I still don't feel as 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 that, it's the same as this,
As if I was at
it on up!
it on up!
it on up!
me that!...

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

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

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

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