Ooooooh aaaaaah
Ooooh
Aaaah
Howard: poor baby!
Fz: oooooh . . . don't like the greek food in this neighborhood, hey?
Oooooh . . .
Fz: tell me the truth, what did you eat?
Mark: i ate . . .
Fz: tell me the truth, what did you eat?
Howard: i had a shish kebab
Fz: tell me the truth, what did you eat? you didn't eat?
Mark: i was having chicken . . .
Fz: you didn't eat?
Howard: he didn't eat anything. he drank wine
Mark: with, uh, spinnach . . .
Fz: what did you eat?
Mark: and boiled potatoes . . .
Jim: i had a roller skate
Mark: not just any grease but . . .
Grease
The browness of her body
Makes me sweat inside my crotch
I want so much to kiss her
But i/she smells of rancid botch
Do do do do do do
Oooooooh wagh!
Mark: grease, grease, i tell ya, all i had was grease, it cost me two dollars and thirty five cents, it was nothing but a plate of grease
Howard: and a wine tasted like . . .
Writer(s): Frank Zappa, Jim Pons, Aynsley Dunbar, Howard Kaylan, Mark Volman
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