Opps, piccolo errore: il testo a cui mi riferivo e' quello di "Dummy up", sempre da "roxy & Elsewhere"
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FZ--lead guitar, vocals
Napoleon Murphy Brock--tenor sax, lead vocals
Jeff Simmons--vocals
George Duke--keyboards
Bruce Fowler--trombone
Ruth Underwood--percussion
Tom Fowler--bass
Ralph Humphrey--drums
Chester Thompson--drums
Napoleon:
Sunrise
Get up in the mornin'
You know, I think it's mornin'
Sun is shinin' bright
I'm gonna get outside
Gonna wash my face
Grab my hat
Put it on my head
I take a walk downtown
Yeah-hey . . .
Because I feel so-oh good
I think I'm gonna take a walk downtown
Hey! Sunlight!
Wo!
Somethin' I never seen before
Been a-walkin' down the street every day
Nobody like you ever passed my way
Maybe there must be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, must be too much . . .
Wait a minute!
What's that you . . . ?
What's that?
What . . . ?
What's that?
What . . . ?
What's that?
What . . . ?
FZ:
Dummy Up
Napoleon:
What is that?
I know what that is, I know what that is . . .
I bet you that's a restaurant menu . . .
Let me see!
Let me see!
Jeff: Not only do you get the Desenex burger . . . not only the Desenex burger . . . but you are in for a real treat, Jim
Napoleon: Wait a minute, I think I like that dance better than this . . . What are you talkin' about, creep?
Jeff: What I'm talkin' about is you've been in this killer fog down here too long
Napoleon: What?
Jeff: You need somethin' to get up and go to school with
Napoleon: Wait a minute, you're not talkin' to an old fool now, you know, I wasn't born yesterday!
FZ: (Heh heh heh!)
Napoleon: Wait a minute . . . I think I'll take . . .
Jeff: I like that little dance you were doin' down there . . .
FZ: Jeff Simmons tries to corrupt Napoleon Murphy Brock by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma . . .
Napoleon: Hey! What you . . . what you . . . ? Wait a minute!
Jeff: Hey this, this stuff . . .
Napoleon: I've never seen one of these before . . . that's not a menu?
Jeff: This stuff is expensive
Napoleon: What is that?
Jeff: You shoot it, you'll conserve all winter
Napoleon: I do what?
Jeff: It last longer
FZ: Not only do you get the Desenex burger
Napoleon: No . . . no . . .
Jeff: Now come on, try it
Napoleon: No, no, no
Jeff: It's really good
Napoleon: No . . . Smoke THAT?!
Jeff: Have I ever lied to you? Have I ever seen you before?
Napoleon: I don't, I don't even know you!
Jeff: Look . . .
Napoleon: I don't even know what that is!
Jeff: Just bef . . .
Napoleon: And you're tellin' me to smoke it?!
Jeff: Just before, we smoked the tapes that you made
Napoleon: Smoked the tapes?
Jeff: Smoked the tapes of your group
Napoleon: I think I'd rather dance
Jeff: You can really get off! Let's try a joint of this
Napoleon: A WHAT?!
Jeff: A joint!
Napoleon: You mean this kinda joint?
Jeff: No, man! Where you been in livin'? Reseda?
Napoleon: No, San Jose
FZ: The evil 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 preparation . . .
Napoleon: Wait a minute . . .
FZ: His first taste of big city life
Napoleon: That's okay, wait a minute . . . wait . . .
(DUMMY UP . . . )
Jeff: Hey! The roach of this is really gonna be good, so I'll save it . . .
FZ: Have mercy!
George: Awright . . . awright . . .
Napoleon:
What d'you do with that thing?
What do you do with that thing that you have?
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
What do you do
With that thing?
I wanna know
Napoleon: Wait a minute
FZ: Now the next step of this operation
Napoleon: Wait a minute!
FZ: 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 Step Two, which is a college-degree stuffed with absolutely nothing at all. Smoke that and it'll really get you out there!
Napoleon:
I still don't feel as good as I felt this mornin' . . . yeah yeah . . .
FZ: You'll grow out of it . . .
Jeff:
DUMMY UP!
Napoleon:
I heard it again, somebody said . . .
Jeff: You see this?
Napoleon:
What d'you mean? College!
FZ: College!
Jeff:
That's college-rhythm
Napoleon:
You mean if I smoke that
It's the same as if . . .
As if I was at college?
Roll it over up!
Roll it over up!
Roll it over up!
Gimme a . . .
FZ: No no, the college-degree is stuffed with absolutely nothing at all, you get . . . you get nothing with your college-degree . . .
Napoleon:
Oh . . .
But that's what I want
FZ: . . . I forgot, I'm sorry
Napoleon:
Well,
You get nothin',
But that's what I want
FZ: A true Zen saying: Nothing is what I want . . . The results of a higher education!
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