Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish: (to the rubber girl)
Hmmm! dat quite a massive improvelence, dahlin! jes a few moments ago you was well on yo way to bein severely ugly! now, thoo de magik o stagekraff, de blubulence of yo blobulence done re
Cated to a respectumal reclusium! yow! science!
(to harry & rhonda)
Ef yall dont minds me sayin so, I blieves its bout time fo yo pathetical miniaturized replicas to fall in love! after all...dis lil sucker already been fulla glue, homo-sectional extru- s
n army food...nothin left fo him to do, cept get catched by dis lil stinker over heahhh!
membuh, wes on broadway! muthafucker be buyin dem tickets wants a lil heart, a lil soul...n some titty too, ef dey can git it, so, les get yall in positium heah, n get dis silly busines
R wit! yalls takin too goddam long to grow up in ermerica!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose youre right, mr. thing-fish, but youll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!
Harry:
Thats right! stage-craft is one thing, but this is ridiculous! where did that stimulating little replica come from anyway?
Rhonda:
Thats a good question, harry! dont let him wiggle out of it! hound him mercifullessly until you receive a suitable answer!
Harry:
Now, just hold yourself in abeyance, rhonda! Ill handle this! look here, mr. potato-head, whats the meaning of all this? do you realize what youre asking my replica to do? do you expect him
Iterally fall in love in front of all these people...with that artificial rhonda over there?
Thing-fish:
Do de pope shit in de woods?
Harry:
Now, just hold on there, buddy! lets be serious! the toilet training of exalted religious personalities is not our primary topic of discussion!
Rhonda:
Harry, thats wonderful! the way youre just rearing up on your hind legs like that! thats terrific! so what if you suck a little cock every once in a while! thats terrific!
Thing-fish: (to harry)
Look heahhh, sweetheart, theys somethin fishy gwine on...all is wantin to do is get de romantic intrust out de way so we can git back to de evil prince, n see what de fuck we gone do bout
! de way yous givin me de lip, lead me to infer a subterior motivatium!
Harry: (singing)
I want a nun!
I want a nun!
I want a burro,
In the frosty light!
Thing-fish:
You want a nun? de boy want a nun? what de fuck kinda nun you want?
Harry: (singing)
I cant seem to make up my mind!
Something about mammys
Seems so sublime...
Thats the broadway word
Used when they rhyme
A song about love!
Thing-fish:
But, on broadway, its a new day! aintcha hoid? yo unrequired desirins be mo suited to de zomby-folk up in de evil princes lab-mo-to-rium!
Harry: (whimpering)
Dont make fun of me...please! I know Im not the most desirable kind of fellow a mammy nun could choose for intimate companionship...but...but... gosh-darn-it, Id try...id really try to mak
Happy!
Rhonda:
Harry...you are...a worm...a disgusting worm! you wormmmmmm! you are nothing but a wormmmmmmmmmmmm!
Thing-fish:
Boy obviously got hisseff a provlum! would yall like to use my nakkin one mo time?
Harry:
Oh, yes! yes! give me...your...how do you say it? naykin? oh!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I havent even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow to maturity yet! the artificial rhonda is pining away for my wholesome companionship, just
There! this isnt right! youre letting everything get all out of sequence!
Thing-fish:
Whoa! I gots yo sequence hangin, boy! get outs de way! caint ysee dat de mizzable cock-sucker you ultimately gwine become done fell in love wit a mammy nun! awright, which one idit, swe
Rt?
Harry:
I...i...cant seem to make up my mind...youre all so...masterful! so sensuous...youre so incredibly talented!
Rhonda:
...a wor-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmmmm! you are a fucking wor-r-r-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmmm!
Thing-fish:
Makes up yo mind, dahlin! we aint gots all night heahhh! intromissium be comin up putty quick! folks be headin on out to de lobby fo dem mash potatoes we tole em bout earlier!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I insist on falling in love, right now, this very moment, and I dont care what you do with him...
Thing-fish:
Go head on den...go git yo deflateable bitch ovuh deah! judgin fum all de fuss, you aint in much better shape den de large economy size been clutchin at my nakkin!
We gots a love song (jes yo type), bridgin de conceptiumal gap between what you is, what you think you is, what we think you is, what you is gonna be, n also what yo rubberized madonna be s
At remindin me of!
Sister obdewlla x, gather de mo sensitive mammys together fo harmonicizatiumal purposes, while de ones with de m.b.a.s hit de lobby n sell some shit, fo de customers over-run yo ass! me
Le, lil guy, go get yo rubber girl n esspress yo-seff!
