[Lyric] Scene 90: Biff Debris Jeff Dialog Protection Reel (Frank Zappa & The Mothers)

[Interlude]
Oh wow, what a night
What's the matter, didn't you get any action tonight?
Didn't you used to be with the Mothers?
Yeah
Is this what you do now?
I've got my own group, too
I don't mind being in this movie
I get a chance to transform a few times
Drink these vile, foamy liquids
Ugh
Huh? What kind of a life is that?
It's not that bad, really
I like to be a monster every once in a while
No one'll ever take you seriously after this
Why, because I transform?
I like to be a monster
There's a little monster in еvery one of us
You'll probably stay herе for the rest of your life
With your fake potions and your twisted monster face
You coulda been something in rock and roll
I tried to get a hit single
It drove me to drink
Ugh
Go on, laugh about it
You could have been a star
You could have spread your aura across vast continental areas
Your name on millions of small, hot lips
Whispering under secure, pink blankets in the lonely midnight dark
But what do you do?
Ya join the Mothers, and ya end up working for Zappa
And he makes you be a creep
You coulda played the blues with John Mayall, or
Far-out, exciting jazz with Blood Sweat & Tears
You really think so?

Look, no one will ever take you seriously after this
How can they take you seriously?
In this business
You've either got to play the blues or sing with a high voice
You're right
I never should have joined the Mothers
Why, I could be a star now
Oh, when I think of all those millions of (Hey)
Hot, pink juicy little—
Hey, listen, do you know where I can, uh
Get any dope in this imaginary town?
Man, there's no dope in this town
Just these vile, foamy liquids
Well, they're fake, aren't they?
No, they're real
I mix them myself at home
And then I bring them in the morning
Secret spiritual formulas
Ooh, what's a secret spiritual formula when it's out?
The stuff that goes in the elixir or potion
Or whatever I mix is irrelevant to the result
You mean they're fake potions, right?
Look, it doesn't matter what's in the mix
It's the liquid
The concept of the liquid
Is enough to trigger
A special cosmic, aware state
It's because I'm so spiritually evolved
Oh, listen
I just wanna get out of it
And go back to me fake motel room and play the blues, you know
Fuck your spiritual evolvement
Anyway, what happens if a new and exciting blues talent such as meself drinks your stuff?
Here, take this back to your fake room
Drink it
I'd feel a lot happier if there was something I could smoke
Well, here, dip this in it
Now, let it dry out
That ought to get you a little high or something
Ooh, I can't take you seriously
Look, you might as well take this too
I know its only fake stuff
So listen (Hm?)
We should get together sometime
Have a jam, shit, play some blues
Extensions, work on some extended blues licks
White people can play the blues, you know
Do-doo, do-doo
Paul? Uh, Frank?
Yeah, I gave it to him
Yeah, he went back to the special room
No, no, he's gonna smoke it
Yeah, right
Hey, listen
You got any idea when we're gonna get paid for this?