Wet T-shirt Night (live) by Frank Zappa
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (lead vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)
Jeff (tenor saxophone)
Marginal chagrin (baritone saxophone)
Stumuk (bass saxophone)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
Al malkin (vocals)
Craig steward (harmonica)
After a few weeks on the bus, being porked by toad-o's road crew, and being too exhausted to do their laundry on a regular basis, mary is dumped in miami. with no money (and no other famous rock
Ps due into the area for at least three weeks), she tries to pick up a few bucks by entering the wet t-shirt contest at the brasserie...
Ike:
Looks to me like something funny is going on around here people laughin' 'n' dancin' 'n' payin' entirely too much for their beer and they all think they are clean outa-site and they're ready to
'cause the sign outside says it's wet t-shirt nite 'n' they all crave some hot delight well the girls are excited because in a minute they're gonna get wet 'n' the boys are delighted because al
Titties will get 'em upset 'n' they all think they are reety-awright 'n' they're ready to boogie 'cause the sign outside says it's wet t-shirt nite 'n' they all crave some pink delight when the
R gets on 'em their ninnies get rigid 'n' look pretty bold it's a common reaction that makes an attraction whenever it's cold 'n' all of the fellas they wish they could bite on the cute little n
S the local girls are showin' off tonite you know I think it serves 'em right you know I think it serves 'em right you know I think it serves 'em right you know I think it serves 'em right and i
Et t-shirt time again I know
You want someone to show you some tit! big ones! wet ones! big wet ones!
At this point, father riley (who had been recently de-frocked for not meeting his quota, and has grown his hair out and bought a groovy sport coat and moved to miami and changed his name to budd
Es) steps onto the crowded bandstand in his exciting new role as a wet t-shirt contest emcee...
Buddy jones:
Ah, thanks, ike... yes, it's wet t-shirt time again here at the brasserie... home of the tits... huh huh... and it's the charming mary from canoga park up next in her bid for the semi-finals... h
Ry... howya doin'?
Having been fucked senseless by the boys in the crew, mary does not recognize the former religious personage from her nights in the rectory basement during which she acquired her basic manual sk
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