about to go home... good night, my sweet princess

pleased to meet you, hope you guessed his game

about to lose his mind, since he's been loving her (then does yet another bitchin' guitar solo)

he knows they'd been forsaken, expelled from paradise... he couldn't believe them when they say it's all right

it when they make war just for fun, moving people just like pawns in chess...

if he talkin' to me...... PUNK! (nowww wayyy!)

seeing it go by, go by, go by... coccaine

really gotten going by a girl, so hard he don't know what he's doing now... she really got him, really got him

punk zappa and his hobbies are hearing the radio reading the songhits and eating the bloody fishballs

your source of self-destruction... obey your master! master!