Luyện nghe bài hát Dummy Up

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

Get up in the
You know, I dig this
The sun is shinin'
I'm gonna get
wash my face
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 walkin' the street every day
like you ever passed my way
Maybe it be too much sun
be my hat, must be too much...

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

up

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

Not only do you get the desenex

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

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

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

You need somethin' to get up and go to with

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

(jeff simmons tries to corrupt napoleon murphy brock by 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 it, you'll conserve all winter.

I do

It lasts

(not do you get the desenex burger)

Now on, try it.

No, no.

It's good.

No. that? !

I ever lied to you?
Have I ever seen you

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 smoked the tapes 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 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 that 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 next step of this operation: the evil corrupter of youth is going to take him step one, which is a mere high-school diploma stuffed with a gym sock, to step two, which is a college
Ee stuffed with absolutely nothing at all. 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, it's the 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 with college-degree...

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

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

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