frank zappa
ike willis
ray white rhythm guitar vocals
bobby martin
alan zavod
scott thunes
chad wackerman
no more credit from the liquor store
my suit is all dirty boy my shoes is all wore
im tired and lonely my heart is all sore
advance romance i cant stand it no more
no more
she told me she loved me i believed what she said
she took me for a sucker boy all corn-fed
the next thing i knew she had a bolt on the door
advance romance i cant use it no more
no more
she took ikes watch like they always do
ahoo ahoo
and a shame on you yeah
no more money boy i-i-i-i shoulda knew
nennen hennin henninah
wont somebody go sit on ah
nennen hennin henninah
yes he sure looks magic
hi-ho silver
tinsel chair
the big jaws
the way she do me boy
she might do you too
awfully big jaws now
the way she do me boy
she might do you too
shake up the
ill tumble for ya
oh no
the way she do me boy
she might do you too
you remember utah
you know what happened
jaws
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people i am through
im through
potato-head bobby was a friend of mine
he opened three of his eyes in the food stamp line
he opened four of his eyes in the food stamp line
he opened five of his eyes in the food stamp line
he opened six of his eyes in the food stamp line
he said she might be the devil
well i dont know
but she sure was fine
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he wanna try it one time
just one time
later that night he drop on by
he told her all he wanna do is come up and say hi
half an hour later she had frenched his fry
everybody
yodeloo yodeloo yodeloo oh
frenched his fry
advance romance
bobby say goodbye-ye-ye-yiee-i-ee-i-ee-i-ee-i