Luyện nghe bài hát Dummy Up

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
Ruth (percussion)
simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
fowler (trombone)
Walt (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 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 good
I I'm gonna take a walk downtown
Hey! sunrise!

Wo!
I never seen before
Been walkin' down the street day
Nobody you ever passed my way
Maybe it be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, be too much...

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

up

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

Not do you get the desenex burger

Not only...the desenex
you are in for a real treat, jim

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

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

You need somethin' to get up and go to with

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

(jeff simmons tries to corrupt 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...

stuff is expensive

What is

You shoot it, you'll all winter.

I do

It longer

(not do you get the desenex 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 even what that is!
And drivin' me to smoke it? !...

Just before, we the tapes that you made.

the tapes?

Smoked the of your group.

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

try a joint of this.

A

A joint.

You mean this kinda

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 inside of a high-school diploma and ignited a sulphur-pre
Ion... his taste of big city life!...)

okay, wait...

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

mercy!

What do you do with that
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 take him from one, which is a mere high-school diploma stuffed with a gym sock, to step two, which is a college
Ee stuffed absolutely nothing at all. smoke that 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 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 degree is stuffed absolutely nothing at all.
You get, you get nothing with college-degree...

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

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

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