Frank Zappa - He Used to Cut the Grass (mono single mix) lyrics
Frank Vincent Zappa [Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Frank Zappa - He Used to Cut the Grass mono single mix lyrics]
JOE thinks to himself as he
Walks out of prison
I'm out at last
Boy, the world sure looks different
Wow, there's hardly anything fun to do
Since they made music illegal but I'm hooked
I got the habit i've got to have it
I need to play
But there's no musicians anymore
They're all gone wait! I've got it!
I'll be sullen and withdrawn
I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
Of my own secret thoughts
I'll walk through the parking lot
In a semi-catatonic state
And dream of guitar notes
To go with the loading zone announcements
JOE wanders through the world, which by then
Has been totally epoxied
Over, carefully organized
With everyone reporting daily to his
Or her appointed place in
A line somewhere in front of a
Window somewhere in a building somewhere
In order to collect his or her
Welfare check, which, when cashed
Made it possible
For the young ones to continue the
Payments for the obsolete and irreparable
Appliances their parents had purchased on
The instalment plan years ago
Providing as security
The future incomes of their children the rest
Of these checks were used by
The young recipients to buy fun things
Of their own on credit
Most of which broke down or
Failed within moments of
Purchase and seemed to be
Stacking up everywhere
This is the Central Scrutinizer
The White Zone is for
Loading and unloading only
If you have to load or unload
Go to the White Zone you'll love it
It's a way of life
This is the Central Scrutinizer
The White Zone is for
Loading and unloading only
If you have to load or unload
Go to the White Zone you'll love it
It's a way of life
This is the Central Scrutinizer
The White Zone is for
Loading and unloading only
As JOE stumbles over mounds of
Dead consumer goods formed into
Abstract statues dedicated to the
Quality of American Craftsmanship, dreaming
His stupid little guitar notes, he hears
Somewhere in the
Back of his head, the voice of MRS bORG
Taunting him
Turn it down! Turn it down!
I have children sleeping here!
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
I'm calling the police! I did it!
They'll be here shortly!
I'm not joking around anymore!
You'll see now!
There they are they're coming!
Just listen to that mess, would you!
Every day this goes on around here!
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy!
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy!
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy!
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy!
This is the Central Scrutinizer
Yes, he used to be a nice boy
He used to cut the grass but now his mind is
Totally destroyed by music
He's so crazy now - he even
Believes that people are writing
Articles and reviews about his
Imaginary guitar notes
And so, continuing to dwindle
In the twilight realm of
His own secret thoughts
He not only dreams imaginary guitar notes
But, to make matters worse
Dreams imaginary vocal parts
To a song about the
Imaginary journalistic profession
Walks out of prison
I'm out at last
Boy, the world sure looks different
Wow, there's hardly anything fun to do
Since they made music illegal but I'm hooked
I got the habit i've got to have it
I need to play
But there's no musicians anymore
They're all gone wait! I've got it!
I'll be sullen and withdrawn
I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
Of my own secret thoughts
I'll walk through the parking lot
In a semi-catatonic state
And dream of guitar notes
To go with the loading zone announcements
JOE wanders through the world, which by then
Has been totally epoxied
Over, carefully organized
With everyone reporting daily to his
Or her appointed place in
A line somewhere in front of a
Window somewhere in a building somewhere
In order to collect his or her
Welfare check, which, when cashed
Made it possible
For the young ones to continue the
Payments for the obsolete and irreparable
Appliances their parents had purchased on
The instalment plan years ago
Providing as security
The future incomes of their children the rest
Of these checks were used by
The young recipients to buy fun things
Of their own on credit
Most of which broke down or
Failed within moments of
Purchase and seemed to be
Stacking up everywhere
This is the Central Scrutinizer
The White Zone is for
Loading and unloading only
If you have to load or unload
Go to the White Zone you'll love it
It's a way of life
This is the Central Scrutinizer
The White Zone is for
Loading and unloading only
If you have to load or unload
Go to the White Zone you'll love it
It's a way of life
This is the Central Scrutinizer
The White Zone is for
Loading and unloading only
As JOE stumbles over mounds of
Dead consumer goods formed into
Abstract statues dedicated to the
Quality of American Craftsmanship, dreaming
His stupid little guitar notes, he hears
Somewhere in the
Back of his head, the voice of MRS bORG
Taunting him
Turn it down! Turn it down!
I have children sleeping here!
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
I'm calling the police! I did it!
They'll be here shortly!
I'm not joking around anymore!
You'll see now!
There they are they're coming!
Just listen to that mess, would you!
Every day this goes on around here!
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy!
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy!
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy!
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy!
This is the Central Scrutinizer
Yes, he used to be a nice boy
He used to cut the grass but now his mind is
Totally destroyed by music
He's so crazy now - he even
Believes that people are writing
Articles and reviews about his
Imaginary guitar notes
And so, continuing to dwindle
In the twilight realm of
His own secret thoughts
He not only dreams imaginary guitar notes
But, to make matters worse
Dreams imaginary vocal parts
To a song about the
Imaginary journalistic profession