The Downtown Talent Scout — текст песни (Frank Zappa)

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)

Elliot ingber (rhythm guitar)

Roy estrada (bass)

Jimmy carl black (drums)

Ray collins (tambourine)



The kids are freaking out

Everybodys goin nuts

The heats out every night

To call up names and kick thier butts

But everytime you turn around

Youll see some joker staring back

Hes got a secret tape recorder

And a camera in a sack

Pretending that hes just another

Of the kiddies freaking out

But they pay him off in acid

Cos hes a downtown talent scout



Hes got your name

And hes got your face

Hes got your ex-old ladys place

Hes here to see whats goin down

And they dont believe the things hes found



The badges gleam and the minors scream

When he pulls on the scene

They got no warrants in their pockets

But that badge makes them supreme



You kids are smoking dandelions

Youre sniffing paper bags baby

Youre dropping good n plenties

We can tell your posture sags

Now line up here against the wall

Your bodies frail and thin

And open up your pockets

While we dump the evidence in



Well they know that smoking flowers

Wont win a case in court

And they know that good n plenties

Arent the psychedelic sort

But they tear your place apart

Because they simply couldnt pass

A chance to drag some freaks downtown

For smoking devil grass



Well you never get your day in court

The food downtown is foul

The day of trial you nearly die

With maggots in your bowel

But modern law and justice

Has advanced to such a point

That a jury trial is useless

They simply take you to the joint



Cause after all you look so freaky

How could anyone believe

That what you think and what you feel

Comes close at all to what is real



Blow your harmonica son