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 murphy brock (tenor saxophone, flute, vocals)
Ralph (drums)
thompson (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 my face
my hat
Put it on my
I a walk downtown
Yeah... because I feel good
I think I'm take a walk downtown
Hey! sunrise!

Wo!
Somethin' I never seen
Been 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

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

Not only do you get the burger

Not only...the desenex
you are in for a real 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

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

(jeff simmons tries to corrupt napoleon murphy brock by showing him a lewd 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 lasts

(not only do you get the burger)

Now on, try it.

No, no.

It's good.

No. smoke !

I ever lied to you?
Have I ever seen you

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

Look...

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

Just before, we smoked the tapes you made.

Smoked the

Smoked the tapes of group.

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

Let's try a 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 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 is really gonna be good, so i'll...

mercy!

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

What do you do that thing?
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 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 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 degree is stuffed with absolutely nothing at all.
You get, you get with your college-degree...

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

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

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