Lyrics:
Frank Zappa Playground Psychotics

I'm losing status at the high school I used to think that it was my school WAH WAH WAH WAH I was the king of every school activity But that's no more

Translation: Zappa, Frank. Playground Psychotics.

Aynsley: Here comes the gear, lads! Howard: Dunbar . . . Jeff: "Here comes the gear, lads" Howard: I'm telling you man . . . Jeff: Sounds like a Beatles

?: Okay, it's, uh, just about time, you guys, what d'you say? ?: [...] ?: Uh . . . ?: One? ?: Rolling? ?: Rolling . . . Frank is rolling ?: Rolling?

Howard: You, you there with the hard on! FZ: With the hard on the little napkin in the small pocket mirror, would you please rise . . . Mark: Brian Hyland

[includes a quote from Whole Lotta Love (Page/Plant/Jones/Bonham)] Mark: All skate. Men only! Aynsley: Man, shou . . . shoulda put the fuckin' [...] ?:

show, June 6, 1971] FZ: Good night! John Lennon: Good night, thank you! Yoko Ono: Thank, thank you John Lennon: We'd like to thank Frank for having us

Howard: Oh, that's really great! Botulism on the hoof! Dick: Don't even look at it, Howard, you're over the deadline Jeff: The new fascist ensemble says

thumb over the end of it . . . Aynsley: No, no, no . . . not the cork in, Frank, you pull the cork out . . . Suss it out, wankers! Howard: They're a hip audience, Frank