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)
What's there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think i'll just drop out
I'll go to frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On owsley's floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the fillmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy & i'm trippy
I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week & get the crabs &
Take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me
'cause i'm stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on 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 i'll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of indian lore
I will ask the chamber of commerce
How to get to haight 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
That's, that's what i will do
I will go to a house
Where there's 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 a week
And get the crabs
But i won't care