Frank Zappa - 200 Motels Finale Lyrics

Opal, you hot little bitch!

They're gonna clear out the studio
(Are you kidding?) i am not kidding
They're gonna tear down all the (I hear ya)
They're gonna whip down all the
They're gonna sweep out all the
They're gonna pay off all the (Oh, yeah)
And then and then and then and then

Hey hey hey everybody in the
Orchestra and the chorus
Talkin' 'bout every one of our
Lovely and talented dancers
(You got it, Jack)
Talkin' 'bout the light bulb men
Camera men (oh) the make-up men
(You got it, The fake-up men)
Yeah, the rake-up men
(Especially Herbie Cohen, yeah)
They're all gonna rise up
They're gonna jump up i said jump up
Talkin' 'bout jump right up and off the floor
Jump right up and hit the door
They're all gonna rise up and jump off!
They're gonna ride on home
They're gonna ride on home
They're gonna ride on home
They're gonna ride on home and once again
Take themselves seriously
Yeah, two, three, four, seriously
They're all gonna go home
Through the driving sleet and rain
They're all gonna go home
Through the fog, through the dust
Through the tropical fever and
The blistering frost
They're all gonna go home
Yeah, and get out of it as they can be, baby
And the same goes for me
(And the same goes for me) oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah! And each and every member
Of this rock oriented
Comedy group in his own special way
Is gonna get out of it as he can be
We all gonna get wasted
We all gonna get twisted
We all gonna get wasted
We all gonna get twisted
Yeah, and I am definitely gonna get
REAMED tonight 'Cause I'm such a lonely
I'm such a lonely
A lonely, lonely, talkin' 'bout a lonely guy!
Oh, and I know tonight
Each and everyone of you's gonna go home
And write down an order for
That penciled front album
And I know that on account of that
Next time I come back i am definitely
I am positively
I just have to, and I'm not kidding
Gonna get bent, reamed and wasted

A disaster area the
Size of Atlantic City, new Jersey!

WHOOA! Atlantic City, New Jersey!