Frank Zappa - The Blue Light lyrics

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals) Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals) Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals) Ed mann (percussion) Arthur barrow (ba**, vocals) Vinnie colaiuta (drums) Your ethos Your pathos Your porthos Your aramis Your brut cologne You're writing home You are hopeless Your hopelessness Is rising around you, rising around you You like it It gives you something to do In the day time Hey buddy, you need a hobby You are tired of moving forward You think of the future And secretly you piddle your pants The puddle of piddle Which used to be little Is rising around you, rising around you You like it It gives you something to do In the night time Oh well, you travel to bars You also go to winchell's doughnuts And hang out with the highway patrol Sometimes you'll go to a pizza place You go to shakey's to get that American kind of pizza That has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow Kind of cheese on the top... Maybe you'll go to straw hat pizza, To get all those artificial ingredients That never belonged on a pizza in the first place (but the white people really like it...) Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anything Oh you'll give me your underpants I hope these aren't yours, buddy... They're very nice, though You go to santa monica boulevard, You go to the blue parrot No problem, you'll go anyplace You'll do anything Just so you can hang out with the others The others just like you Afraid of the future (d**h valley days straight ahead) The future is scary (yes it sure is) Well, the puddle is rising It smells like the ocean A body of water to isolate england And also reseda The oil in patches All over atlantis, atlantis You remember atlantis Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat Used to sing to you about atlantis You loved it, you were so involved then That's back in the days when you used to Smoke a banana You would scrape the stuff off the middle You would bake it You would smoke it You even thought you was getting ripped from it No problem Woop! atlantis, they could really get down there The plankton, the krill The giant underwater pyramid, the squid decor Excuse me, todd The big ol' giant underwater door The dome, the bubbles, the blue light Light, light, light, light Light, light, light, light Blue light blue light The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins Your ethos, your porthos, Your flag pole, your port hole Your language You're frightened The future Your lang... You can't even speak your own f**ing language You can't read it anymore You can't write it anymore Your language The future of your language Your meat loaf Don't let your meat loaf Heh, heh, heh Your micro-nanette Heh Your brut Cologne