Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak)
Bunk gardner (woodwinds)
Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals)
Don preston (retired)
Jimmy carl black (drums, trumpet, vocals)
Ian underwood (piano, woodwinds)
Motorhead sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone)
Suzy creamcheese (telephone)
Dick barber (snorks)
Whats there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think Ill just drop out
Ill go to frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On owsleys floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the fillmore
Im completely stoned
Im hippy & Im trippy
Im a gypsy on my own
Ill stay a week & get the crabs &
Take a bus back home
Im really just a phony
But forgive me
cause Im stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up every street
Go to san francisco
How I love ya, how I love ya
How I love ya, how I love ya frisco!
How I love ya, how I love ya
How I love ya, how I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back! every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to san francisco...
Hotcha!
First Ill buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of indian lure
I will ask the chamber of commerce
How to get to height street
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I will sleep...
I will, I will go to a house
Thats, thats what I will do
I will go to a house
Where theres a rock roll band
cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs
But I wont care

