Luyện nghe bài hát Dummy Up

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

Wo!
I never seen before
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

is that? ...
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 desenex

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

Wait a minute...i think I like that dance than...
What are you about, creep?

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

You somethin' to get up and go to school with

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

(jeff tries to corrupt napoleon 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 seen one of these before...that's not a menu...

This is expensive

What is

You it, you'll conserve all winter.

I do

It longer

(not do you get the desenex burger)

Now on, try it.

No, no.

It's good.

No. smoke !

Have I ever to you?
Have I ever you before?

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

Look...

I don't even what that is!
And drivin' me to smoke it? !...

Just before, we smoked the that you made.

Smoked the

Smoked the of your 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!
Where you in livin'? ...reseda?

No, san jose.
(the evil dope pusher is cutting up a 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 first taste of big life!...)

okay, wait...

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

mercy!

What do you do with that
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 youth is going to take him from step one, which is a mere high-school diploma stuffed with a gym sock, to two, which is a college
Ee stuffed with absolutely at all. smoke that 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 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 with 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', well that's I want.

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