Yo Cats Lyrics by Frank Zappa

Yo Cats Lyrics

    Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
    Steve vai (guitar)
    Johnny "guitar" watson (guitar, vocals)
    Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
    Ray white (guitar, vocals)
    Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals)
    Tommy mars (keyboards)
    Scott thunes (bass)
    Chad wackerman (drums)
    Ed mann (percussion)

    Yo cats, yo yo
    Yo chooch, way to go
    You is dead, but you don't know
    Yo let's carve, hey where's the blow?

    Get your fiddle, get your bow
    Play some footballs on your hole
    Watch your watch, play a little flat
    Make the session go overtime, that's where it's at

    Saxophone, clarinet
    How many doubles can you get
    Special rules provide the way
    To help you maximize your pay

    Your girl, arlyn's, what's the diff
    What's the service that you're with
    So long as you can suck the butt
    Of the contractor who calls you up

    Your career could take a thud
    Unless you kneel and scarf his pud
    And when the dates come rolling in
    You can wipe your lips and flash a grin
    That tells them all on the jingle date
    That you enjoyed what you just ate

    Yum yum, dog food
    Hemorrhoid cream but the bread's so good
    New rv and a leisure suit
    Hey, i play shit but i love the loot

    Thank the union, it's so great
    Only a few get to be on the date
    Those other shmucks with electric guitars
    Got to play for poot in the bistro bars

    You have made it, you are cool
    You have been to the berkeley school
    You give clinics on the side
    Music has died and no one cried

    Yo cats, yo yo
    Yo chooch way to go
    You is dead!

    Hey! have a nice one, guy!

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