Yo Cats

Frank Zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve Vai (guitar) Johnny "Guitar" Watson (guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (guitar, vocals) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Ed Mann (percussion) Yo cats, yo yo Yo chooch, way to go You is dead, but you don't know Yo let's carve, hey where's the blow? Get your fiddle, get your bow Play some footballs on your hole Watch your watch, play a little flat Make the session go overtime, that's where it's at Saxophone, clarinet How many doubles can you get Special rules provide the way To help you maximize your pay Your Girl, Arlyn's, what's the diff What's the service that you're with So long as you can suck the butt Of the contractor who calls you up Your career could take a thud Unless you kneel and scarf his pud And when the dates come rolling in You can wipe your lips and flash a grin That tells them all on the jingle date That you enjoyed what you just ate Yum yum, dog food Hemorrhoid cream but the bread's so good New RV and a leisure suit Hey, I play shit but I love the loot Thank the union, it's so great Only a few get to be on the date Those other shmucks with electric guitars Got to play for poot in the bistro bars You have made it, you are cool You have been to the Berkeley School You give clinics on the side Music has died and no one cried Yo cats, Yo yo Yo chooch Way to go You is dead! Hey! Have a nice one, girl!