Beat The Boots I: As An Am

FZ: No, it's not. As a matter of fact, the bootleg problem as it applies to the work that I do is very much out of control. And so the FBI is working on it for us. And we've supplied them with examples of all the various things that we've found that've been bootlegged. And they've been checkin' up on . . . tryin' to find out where the things are coming from. Because as far as my material goes it's a very big business.
B. Mitchel Reed: Really.
FZ: I don't think that it's the work of just a couple of individual guys who went out and made a record for fun. It's some, one or two people who are releasing vast quantities of material. Last year twelve bootlegs, in the last year!
B. Mitchel Reed: Phew. I wasn't aware of . . .
FZ: And one of them has all the songs on the next album that's coming out in September. They've already got the stuff recorded live in concert before I can even release it on a record. And that makes me mad.

So young & Monde
So very Monde
So young & Monde

FZ: In-wizzable

I'm cryin'
I'm cryin'
Cryin' for Sharleena
Don't you know
I called up all my baby's friends
'N ask' um
Where she done went
But nobody 'round here seems to know
Where my Sharleena's been
Where my Sharleena's been

I'm cryin'
I'm cryin'
Cryin' for Sharleena
Can't you see
I called up all my baby's friends
An' asked um
Where she done went
But nobody 'round here seems to know
Where my Sharleena's been
Where my Sharleena's been

Ten long years I've been lovin' her
Ten long years
And I thought deep down in my heart
She was mine
Ten long years I've been lovin' her
Ten long years
I would call her my baby, but now,
I'm always cryin'

Ooooh

Ooooh

I would be so delighted
A-a-a-ay would be
I would be so delighted
Yes I would be
If they would just
Send her on home to me

I would be so delighted
I-I-I-I would be
I would be so delighted
Oh-wow-wow I would be
If they would just
Send her on home to me
Send my baby home to me
[etc. repeat]

FZ: Ray White, Tommy Mars, Chad Wackerman, Ed Mann, Bobby Martin, Scott Thunes, Steve Vai. Thanks for coming to the show goodnight. Thank you.

 

 

FZ: Okay, calm down . . . We're now gonna perform a traditional Halloween number . . .

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble
'N piss their clothes
'N scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window-hole
A hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know
About the regular life in the day
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops
In the room where
The giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Slime and rot 'n rats and snuck
And vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers men
Holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives and spikes and guns and the likes
Of every tool of pain
And a sinister midget with a bucket and a mop
A sinister little midget with a bucket and a mop
A sinister little midget with a bucket and a mop
Where the blood goes down the drain
And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops
In the room where
The giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In his dungeon of despair
An Evil Prince eats a steamin' pig
In a chamber right near there
He eats de snouts an' de trotters first!
The loins and the groins are soon dispersed
His carving style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts, that's right
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, that's right
Well hey, no one durst
He's the best of cause of all the worst
He's the best of cause of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first
Some wrong been done, he done it first
And he stinks so bad his bones been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops
In the light of the iron sausage
Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops
That's right

[screams of agony accompany the guitar solo]

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Who are all these people
That is locked away down there
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeroes someone painted?
Well it's never been explained
Since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires nought but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at her
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealin in
That's what's the deal we're dealin in
That's what's the deal we're dealin in
That's what's the deal we're dealin in

FZ: Happy Halloween, goodnight to our television audience