Lyrics: Frank Zappa. Playground Psychotics.

?: Put that mike down, Frank, it's obscene
?: [...]
George: Give me my little cup of brown sauce, let me dip my meat in
?: Oh, man
Jeff: Hundred dollars for Pinto beans, playground psychotics
?: I slipped my burning phallus in her quivering quim!
?: You like to offend these passengers, Underwood? Keep quiet!
?: Underwood, the only thing that offends are your green socks! Green velour!
?: Hot wets
?: Could you, could you repeat that?
?: . . . of your mind
?: Now, just take your hand off my leg
?: Take your hand off my leg
?: Listen, what is this? Okay, grab my tit, I'll sit still, you pervert. Howard, you're so low
?: The Andy Devine school of voice, you are low, Dunbar
?: I just keep . . .
Aynsley: I always keep it low ya, 'cause I'm only after one thing
?: God, you are an incredible man
?: Who?
?: Haven't any of the chics you've gone out with seen through you yet?
Aynsley: No, man, they're still quite like me