Luyện nghe bài hát Dummy Up

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
underwood (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Bruce (trombone)
fowler (trumpet)
Napoleon brock (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 bright
I'm get outside
wash my face
my hat
Put it on my
I take a downtown
Yeah... because I feel good
I think I'm take a walk downtown
Hey! sunrise!

Wo!
Somethin' I seen before
Been walkin' down the street day
like you ever passed my way
Maybe it must be too sun
be my hat, must be too much...

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

up

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

Not only do you get the desenex

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

Wait a minute...i I like that dance 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 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 dance you were doin' there...

(jeff simmons tries to corrupt napoleon murphy brock by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting he'd smoke a high-school diploma...)
Hey! a minute!

Hey this, stuff...

I seen one of these before...that's not a menu...

This is expensive

What is

You shoot it, conserve 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?
Have I ever you before?

I don't, I don't know you!

Look...

I even know what that is!
And you're drivin' me to 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 kinda joint?

No man!
Where you in livin'? ...reseda?

No, san jose.
(the 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 with a sulphur-pre
Ion... his taste 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?
What do you do with 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 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 stuffed with absolutely nothing at all. smoke and it'll really get you out there!...)

I still don't feel as good as I felt 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 degree is stuffed with absolutely nothing at all.
You get, you get nothing your college-degree...

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

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

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