Mudd Club

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) Hey, they're really dancin' They're on auto-destruct On the floor On the pipe Bouncin' off-a the wall Hey, the people here are really Tearin' it up On the side In the back By the front of the stage They ain't really crazy You can take it from me I should know Cause I go Every time I'm in town If you never tried it Lemme straighten you out It's the best kinda place To unfasten yerself MUDD CLUB All the way downtown MUDD CLUB They ain't messin' around Just turn to the left 'n look around It's there somewhere If you ain't found it, better Hurry up The folks down there's on auto-destruct And so can you be too (Fact of the matter It's made for you...) Try it on a Saturday 'bout four o'clock in The mornin' Or even on a Monday at midnight When there's just a few of them Fabulous Poodles Doin' the Peppermint Twist for real In black sack dresses with nine inch heels And then a guy with a blue mohawk comes in In Serious Leather... (And all the rest of whom for which To whensonever of partially Indeterminate Bio-chemical degradation Seek the path to the sudsy yellow nozzle Of their foaming nocturnal Parametric digital whole-wheat Inter-faith Geothermal terpsichorean ejectamenta In Serious Leather...Serious Chains Then they work the wall 'N work the floor 'N work the pipe 'N work the wall some more In Serious Leather In Serious Chains In Serious Clothing From when they come downtown From the ruins of Studio 54 To twist 'n frugg In an arrogant gesture To the best of what the 20th Century has To offer, at the MUDD CLUB Al Malkin's down there now Looking for a Virgin with nice breath... (Why, maybe it's you... And you don't even know it!) Hey, they're really dancin' They're on auto-destruct On the floor On the pipe Bouncin' off-a the wall Hey, the people here are really Tearin' it up On the side In the back By the front of the stage They ain't really crazy You can take it from me I should know Cause I go Every time I'm in town If you never tried it Lemme straighten you out It's the best kinda place To unfasten yerself WORK THE WALL WORK THE FLOOR WORK THE PIPE IN SERIOUS PAIN