Music has always shown how people think and feel, according to John Tasker Howard. He is probably right. The music of the MOTHERS speaks of the feelings of what might be described as THE VAST MINORITY. The feelings of the people on the fringe of everything . . . the ones who don't care if they're IN or OUT . . . don't care if they're HIP, HEP, SWINGIN' or ZORCH. This is the audience the MOTHERS want to reach . . . those few who have the power within themselves to cause or motiviate social change but have never used it for one reason or another. If you are reading this and understand it (even if you have short hair and watch TV 18 hours a day), it is time that you realized WHO and WHAT YOU ARE. It is time you realized what the words to our songs mean.
This album was recorded the week before Thanksgiving, November 1966 in Los Angeles at the Sunset-Highland Studios of T.T.G. Inc., in a series of 4 sessions (about 25 studio hours). It was edited and re-mixed in New York City at the MGM Studios in 5 sessions (about 35 studio hours) the following week. The album was finally released around May 26, 1967 . . . the reason for the delay? Partly because of this libretto. The original plan was to include within the album, the words in this brochure. The record company attempted to censor the words and a long involved discussion ensued. We were forced to manufacture this product.
The music itself took several years to compose (AMERICA DRINKS & GOES HOME was written in 1964 . . . most of the other segments were written before or shortly after FREAK OUT, our first album, was released in 1966). We hope that this material will help you to enjoy our work on a more personal level.
for the MOTHERS of Invention
FRANK: Ladies & Gennelmen . . . the PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES! RAY: Fella Americans...DOOT, DOOT, DOOT... FRANK: He's been sick. RAY: DOOT! DOOT! FRANK: And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup. FRANK & RAY: PLASTIC PEOPLE OH BABY, NOW... YOU'RE SUCH A DRAG FRANK: (I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy every once in a while...) FRANK & RAY: PLASTIC PEOPLE OH BABY, NOW YOU'RE SUCH A DRAG FRANK: (And there's this guy from the CIA and he's creeping around Laurel Canyon...) A FINE LITTLE GIRL SHE PAINTS HER FACE SHE WAITS FOR ME WITH PLASTIC GOO SHE'S AS PLASTIC AND WRECKS HER HAIR AS SHE CAN BE WITH SOME SHAMPOO FRANK & RAY: PLASTIC PEOPLE OH BABY, NOW YOU'RE SUCH A DRAG FRANK: (I dunno...sometimes I just get tired of ya, honey... it's - - - Ah - - - your hair spray...or something.) FRANK & RAY: PLASTIC PEOPLE OH BABY! YOU'RE SUCH A DRAG FRANK: (I hear the sound of marching feet...down SUNSET BLVD. to CRESCENT HEIGHTS, and there, at PAN- DORA'S BOX, we are confronted with...a vast quan- tity of PLASTIC PEOPLE.) TAKE A DAY THEN GO HOME AND WALK AROUND AND CHECK YOURSELF WATCH THE NAZIS YOU THINK WE'RE RUN YOUR TOWN SINGING 'BOUT SOMEONE ELSE ...but you're FRANK & RAY: PLASTIC PEOPLE! ROY: Woooooooooooooooooooh! FRANK & RAY: OH BABY, NOW... YOU'RE SUCH A DRAG RAY & ROY: Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooooooooh! FRANK & RAY: ME SEE A NEON I'M SURE THAT LOVE MOON ABOVE WILL NEVER BE I SEARCHED FOR A PRODUCT OF YEARS PLASTICITY I FOUND NO LOVE A PRODUCT OF PLASTICITY A PRODUCT OF PLASTICITY: FRANK: PLASTIC! PLASTIC PEOPLE! PLA-HA-HA-HA-HA... PLASTIC! RAY: You are. Your foot. Your hair. Your nose. Your arms. You suck. You love. You are. Your being is...you're PLASTIC ...BLAH, BLAH, BLAH...plastic pepples... FRANK: A prune is not a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable... makes it O.K. PLASTIC PEOPLE . . . PLASTIC PEOPLE! RAY: You dream of...you think only of...you eat...you are... FRANK: Ooo-Hoo-Hoo...etc. RAY: PURPLE PRANCING. PLASTIC PEOPLE: FRANK: Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep!
RAY: (first time slowly...second time fastly) A MOONBEAM THROUGH THE PRUNE IN JUNE REVEALS YOUR CHEST I SEE YOUR LOVELY BEANS AND IN THAT MAGIC GO-KART I BITE YOUR NECK THE CHEESE I HAVE FOR YOU MY DEAR IS REAL AND VERY NEW! FRANK: (after the second time fastly) Doh-Doh-Doh Doh-Doh Doh! RAY: PRUNE! FRANK: Pah-Da-Dahhh! RAY: IF IT IS A REAL PRUNE... FRANK: Pah-Da-Dahhh! RAY: KNOWS NO CHEESE! FRANK: Chunka Chunka Chunka... RAY: AND STANDS... FRANK: Oh No-o-o-o! RAY: TALLER & STRONGER AND I KNOW THAN ANY TREE THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU OR BUSH! WILL GROW & GROW & GROW I THINK AND SO MY LOVE I OFFER YOU A LOVE THAT IS STRONG A PRUNE THAT IS TRUE!
(The dashing Duke is on his way home from a foot-ball game when he tries to make it with some cheerleaders who beat him in the face & armpits near the parking lot which leads to amnesia.)
RAY: LA LA LALA LA LA LALALA LAH LAH LAH LA LA LA LA LA LA OOOOOOOOH! FRANK: CHUNKA CHUNKA CHUNKA RAY: My darling . . . you mean so very much to me . . . I love you so deeply! FRANK: LA LA LA LA LA LA etc. DUKE, DUKE, DUKE DUKE OF PRUNES PRUNES RAY: I'll never forget you, my darling . . . Oh I suppose I will eventually . . . In fact, I've already forgotten you . . . What was your name? Nice to see you again. FRANK: AND YOU'LL BE MY DOUCHESS MY DOUCHESS OF PRUNES
RAY: A MOONBEAM THROUGH THE PRUNE IN JUNE REVEALS YOUR CHEST I SEE YOUR LOVELY BEANS AND IN THAT MAGIC GO-KART I BITE YOUR NECK THE CHEESE I HAVE FOR YOU MY DEAR IS REAL AND VERY NEW! FRANK: NEW CHEESE! RAY: PRUNES! FRANK & ROY: Pah-Da-Dahhh! RAY: IF THEY ARE FRESH PRUNES... FRANK & ROY: Pah-Da-Dahhh! RAY: KNOW NO CHEESE! FRANK: Chunka Chunka Chinky Chunky Stinky Stanky... RAY: AND THEY JUST LIE THERE DROWNING & SICKENING AND IT'S JUST...I DUNNO OH-H-H-H-H! AND I KNOW I THINK THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER END Well...MAYBE FRANK: WHAH! RAY: AND SO MY LOVE FRANK: I OFFER YOU RAY: A LOVE THAT IS STRONG A PRUNE THAT IS TRUE! ROY: Ha Ha! FRANK: This is the exciting part... RAY: It's like the SUPREMES... FRANK: See the way it builds upS BABY BABY BABY BABY RAY: D'ya feel it? MY PRUNE IS YOURS, MY LOVE MY CHEESE FOR YOU FRANK: MY BABY PRUNE MY BABY CHEESE etc., etc. RAY: YOU KNOW I DO MY DEAR I LOVE YOU etc., etc.
RAY: CHEESY, CHEESY! FRANK: (This is a song about vegetables . . . they keep you regular; they're real good for ya.) RAY: CALL ANY VEGETABLE CALL IT BY NAME CALL ONE TODAY WHEN YOU GET OFF THE TRAIN CALL ANY VEGETABLE AND THE CHANCES ARE GOOD OOOOH! THAT THE VEGETABLE WILL RESPOND TO YOU FRANK: (Some people don't go for prunes . . . I dunno . . . I've always found that if they . . . ) RAY: CALL ANY VEGETABLE PICK UP YOUR PHONE THINK OF A VEGETABLE LONELY AT HOME CALL ANY VEGETABLE AND THE CHANCES ARE GOOD THAT A VEGETABLE WILL RESPOND TO YOU-HOOOO JIM: RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA RUTA- BAYYYYY... FRANK: (A prune is not a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable.) RAY: NO ONE WILL KNOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO LET 'EM KNOW FRANK & RAY: NO ONE WILL KNOW 'LESS IT'S YOU THAT MIGHT TELL 'EM SO RAY: CALL AND THEY'LL COME TO YOU COVERED WITH DEW FRANK & RAY: VEGETABLES DREAM OF RESPONDING TO YOU RAY: STANDING THERE SHINY & PROUD BY YOUR SIDE FRANK & RAY: HOLDING YOUR HAND WHILE THE NEIGHBORS DECIDE WHY IS A VEGETABLE SOMETHING TO HIDE? YAR-R-R-R-R-G-H!
(A young pumpkin sacrifices herself dancing crazy and sweats: wiping it on the desk leading to amnesia.)
FRANK: A lot of people don't bother about their friends in the VEGETABLE KINGDOM. They think, "What can i say? What can a person like myself say to a vegetable?" But the answer is simple, my friends . . . just call . . . and tell them how you feel . . . about MUFFINS, PUMPKINS, WAX PAPER, CALEDONIA, MAHOGANIES, ELBOWS AND GREEN THINGS IN GENERAL . . . and soon: A NEW RAPPORT! You and your new little green & yellow buddies . . . grooving together! OH NO! Maintaining your coolness together! Worshipping together in the church of your choice! ONLY IN AMERICA! Woh-oh-oh- ah-agh-h . . . CALL ANY VEGETABLE CALL IT BY NAME YOU GOTTA CALL ONE TODAY WHEN YOU GET OFF THE TRAIN CALL ANY VEGETABLE AND THE CHANCES ARE GOOD AR-R-H-R THAT THE VEGETABLE WILL RESPOND TO YOU... OH NO! Can you see them responding? The PUMPKIN is breathing hard: HUFFA PUFFA HUFFA PUFFA etc. what a pumpkin . . .
FRANK: 1-2-Buckle my shoe... RAY: Da Doop Doop Doop FRANK & RAY: DA-DOOP DOOP DOOP DA-DOOPY DOOPY DOOPY DOOPY DIDDLY DOOPY etc. FRANK: OH NO! OH NO-O-O! RAY: I TRIED TO FIND HOW MY HEART COULD BE SO BLIND, (wanna buy some pencils?) DEAR HOW COULD I BE FOOLED JUST LIKE THE REST YOU CAME ON STRONG WITH YOUR FAST CAR AND YOUR CLASS RING SAD EYES & YOUR BRAN FLAKES I FELL FOR THE WHOLE THING I DON'T REGRET HAVING MET UP WITH A GIRL WHO BREAKS HEARTS LIKE THEY WERE NOTHING AT ALL (Here's one for MOTHER!) I'VE DONE IT TOO AND I KNOW JUST WHAT IT FEELS LIKE...
(There follows a magnificent orchestral ejaculation during which a few of you might fancy a peanut butter & jelly sandwich . . . THEN:)
GROUP: Ooo-Ooo-Ooo etc., etc., AH-AH WA WA WA WA WA WA WAH! FRANK & RAY: I'M LOSIN' STATUS AT THE HIGH SCHOOL I USED TO THINK THAT IT WAS MY SCHOOL... GROUP: BOW WOW WOW WOW! FRANK & RAY: I WAS THE KING OF EVERY SCHOOL ACTIVITY BUT THAT'S NO MORE...OH MAMA! WHAT WILL COME OF ME? THE OTHER NIGHT WE PAINTED POSTERS THEY PLAYED SOME RECORDS BY THE COASTERS GROUP: BOW WOW WOW WOW! FRANK & RAY: A BUNCH OF POM-POM GIRLS LOOKED DOWN THEIR NOSE AT ME. THEY HAD PAINTED TONS OF POSTERS; I HAD PAINTED THREE. I HEAR THE SECRET WHISPERS EVERYWHERE I GO MY SCHOOL SPIRIT IS AT AN ALL-TIME LOW...BLA-A-A-A!
(Rockin' sax solo . . . swingin' groovy guitar solo with group mumblings & clean fun . . . orgasmic ensemble statement . . . This whole section is very ZORCH & Solid Jackson . . . THEN: THE REST OF THE SONG)
FRANK & RAY: I'M LOSING STATUS AT THE HIGH SCHOOL I USED TO THINK THAT IT WAS MY SCHOOL... GROUP: BOW WOW WOW WOW! FRANK & RAY: EVERYONE IN TOWN KNOWS I'M A HAND- SOME FOOTBALL STAR I SING & DANCE & SPRAY MY HAIR & DRIVE A SHINY CAR I'M FRIENDLY & I'M CHARMING...I BE- LONG TO DE MOLAY I'M GONNA TRY LIKE MAD TO GET MY STATUS BACK TODAY! STATUS BACK BABY STATUS BACK BABY STATUS BACK BABY STATUS BACK BABY
RAY: I'm dreaming... FRANK: OH NO-O-O! THERE'S A BOMB TO BLOW YO MOMMY UP A BOMB FOR YOUR DADDY TOO RAY: (Ouch.) FRANK: A BABY DOLL THAT BURPS & PEES A CASE OF AIRPLANE GLUE JIM & ROY: A HUNGRY PLASTIC TROLL RAY: TO SCARF YO BUDDY'S ARM FRANK: A BOX OF UGLY PLASTIC THINGS MARKED: GROUP: UNCLE BERNIE'S FARM! FRANK: THERE'S A LITTLE PLASTIC CONGRESS THERE'S A NATION YOU CAN BUY RAY: (I'll take two.) FRANK: THERE'S A DOLL THAT LOOKS LIKE MOMMY SHE'LL DO ANYTHING BUT CRY RAY: (I seen her.) FRANK: THERE'S A DOLL THAT LOOKS LIKE DADDY GROUP: HE'S A FUNNY LITTLE MAN FRANK: PUSH A BUTTON & ASK FOR MONEY GROUP: THERE'S A DOLLAR IN HIS HAND RAY: (Check his wallet.) GROUP: WE GOTTA SEND SANTA CLAUS BACK TO THE RESCUE MISSION CHRISTMAS DON'T MAKE IT NO MORE DON'T YOU KNOW THAT MURDER & DESTRUCTION SCREAM THE TOYS IN EVERY STORE FRANK: (Think this'll sell in New York?) THERE'S A MAN WHO RUNS THE COUNTRY THERE'S A MAN WHO TRIED TO THINK AND THEY'RE ALL MADE OUT OF PLASTIC WHEN THEY MELT THEY START TO STINK THERE'S A BOOK WITH SMILING CHILDREN GROUP: NEARLY DEAD WITH CHRISTMAS JOYS! FRANK: AND SMILING IN HIS OFFICE GROUP: IS THE CREEP WHO MAKES THE TOYS... FRANK: (We got this car: when it hits the wall you see the guy dying...got the little plastic puddles of blood...) RAY: I'M DREAMING... GROUP: (mumbling free association) Plastic intestines you can stuff back in his stomach . . . I've got bombs. I've got rockets, I've got a stilson wrench & plastic brass knuckles; plastic tape recorder & sound effects . . . I've got a '39 Chevvy . . .
FRANK & RAY: SUZY CREAMCHEESE OH MAMA, NOW... WHAT'S GOT INTO YA? SUZY YOU WERE SUCH A SWEETIE GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: ONCE YOU WERE MY ONE & ONLY GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: BLEW YOUR MIND ON TOO MUCH KOOL- AID GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: TOOK MY STASH & LEFT ME LONELY GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: SUZY CREAMCHEESE OH BABY, NOW... WHAT'S GOT INTO YA? ROY: YEA-YEA-YEA-YEA-YEAH! FRANK & RAY: SUZY CREAMCHEESE OH MAMA, NOW... WHAT'S GOT INTO YA? GOT TO FIND MY SUZY CREAMCHEESE GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: THINK I'LL GO AND START MY CAR GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: REALLY DIG HER; SHE'S SO FREAKY GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: HEARD THE HEAT KNOWS WHERE YOU ARE GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: SUZY CREAMCHEESE OH BABY, NOW... WHAT'S GOT INTO YA? ROY: YEA-YEA-YEA-YEA-YEAH! FRANK & RAY: SUZY CREAMCHEESE OH MAMA, NOW... WHAT'S GOT INTO YA? CRUISED THE STRIP & WENT TO CANTER'S GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: SUZY CREAMCHEESE, PLEASE COME HOME GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: VITO SAYS SHE SPLIT FOR BERKELEY GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: PROTEST MARCHING STYROFOAM GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! FRANK & RAY: SUZY CREAMCHEESE OH BABY, NOW... WHAT'S GOT INTO YA? ROY: YEA-YEA-YEA-YEA-YEAH! FRANK & RAY: SUZY CREAMCHEESE OH MAMA, NOW... WHAT'S GOT INTO YA? GROUP: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!
GROUP: BROWN SHOES DON'T MAKE IT BROWN SHOES DON'T MAKE IT QUIT SCHOOL WHY FAKE IT? BROWN SHOES DON'T MAKE IT... RAY: TV DINNER BY THE POOL ROY: WATCH YOUR BROTHER GROW A BEARD JIM: GOT ANOTHER YEAR OF SCHOOL RAY: YOU'RE OKAY--HE'S TOO WEIRD FRANK & RAY: BE A PLUMBER HE'S A BUMMER HE'S A BUMMER EVERY SUMMER RAY: BE A LOYAL PLASTIC ROBOT FOR A WORLD THAT DOESN'T CARE... FRANK: SMILE AT EVERY UGLY YADA YADA YADA RAY: SHINE ON YOUR SHOES & CUT YOUR HAIR FRANK: BE A JOIK GROUP: AND GO T' WOIK FRANK: BE A JOIK GROUP: AND GO T' WOIK FRANK: BE A JOIK GROUP: AND GO T' WOIK FRANK: BE A JOIK GROUP: AND GO T' WOIK FRANK: DO YOUR JOB & DO IT RIGHT GROUP: LIFE'S A BALL FRANK: TV TONIGHT... FRANK & RAY: DO YOU LOVE IT? DO YOU HATE IT? THERE IT IS... THE WAY YOU MADE IT... GROUP: YARRRRRRRRRRRGH-H-H! FRANK, RAY & ROY: A WORLD OF SECRET HUNGERS PERVERTING THE MEN WHO MAKE YOUR LAWS EVERY DESIRE IS HIDDEN AWAY FRANK: IN A DRAWER...IN A DESK BY A NAUGAHYDE CHAIR ON A RUG WHERE THEY WALK AND DROOL PAST THE GIRLS IN THE OFFICE RAY: HRATCHE-PLCHE HRATCHE-PLCHE HRATCHE-PLCHE HRATCHE-PLCHE FRANK: WE SEE IN THE BACK OF THE CITY HALL MIND THE DREAM OF A GIRL ABOUT THIRTEEN OFF WITH HER CLOTHES AND INTO A BED WHERE SHE TICKLES HIS FANCY ALL NIGHT LONNNNNNNNNG HIS WIFE'S ATTENDING AN ORCHID SHOW SHE SQUEALED FOR A WEEK TO GET HIM TO GO FRANK, RAY & ROY: BUT BACK IN THE BED, HIS TEEN- AGE QUEEN FRANK: IS ROCKING & ROLLING & ACTING OBSCENE RAY: BABY BABY HRATCHE-PLCHE HRATCHE-PLCHE BABY BABY HRATCHE-PLCHE HRATCHE-PLCHE AND HE LOVES IT! HE LOVES IT! IT CURLS UP HIS TOES SHE BITES HIS FAT NECK AND IT LIGHTS UP HIS NOSE BUT HE CANNOT BE FOOLED, OLD CITY HALL FRED SHE'S NASTY! SHE'S NASTY! SHE DIGS IT IN BED!
RAY: DO IT AGAIN AND DO IT SOME MORE THAT DOES IT BY GOLLY, IT'S NASTY FOR SURE NASTY NASTY NASTY, NASTY NASTY NASTY FRANK: (only thirteen and she knows how to nasty...) FRANK, RAY & ROY: SHE'S A DIRTY YOUNG MIND CORRUPTED, CORRODED WELL SHE'S THIRTEEN TODAY AND I HEAR SHE GETS LOADED FRANK: P-PUM-M-MUM-M-MUM-M-MUM P-PUM-M-MUM-M-MUM-M-MUM P-BUM FRANK: IF SHE WERE MY DAUGHTER, I'D...
SUZY CREAMCHEESE: WHAT WOULD YOU DO DADDY? FRANK: IF SHE WERE MY DAUGHTER, I'D...
SUZY CREAMCHEESE: WHAT WOULD YOU DO DADDY? FRANK: IF SHE WERE MY DAUGHTER, I'D...
SUZY CREAMCHEESE: WHAT WOULD YOU DO DADDY? GROUP: SMOTHER MY DAUGHTER IN CHOCOLATE SYRUP AND STRAP HER ON AGAIN, OH BABY! SMOTHER THAT GIRL IN CHOCOLATE SYRUP AND STRAP HER ON AGAIN FRANK: SHE'S A TEEN-AGE BABY AND SHE TURNS ME ON I'D LIKE TO MAKE HER DO A NASTY ON THE WHITE HOUSE LAWN GROUP: GONNA SMOTHER THAT GIRL IN CHOCOLATE SYRUP--AND BOOGIE TILL THE COWS COME HOME RAY: TIME TO GO HOME--MADGE IS ON THE PHONE FRANK: GOTTA MEET THE GURNEY'S AND A DOZEN GREY ATTORNEYS JIM: TV DINNER BY THE POOL I'M SO GLAD I FINISHED SCHOOL GROUP: LIFE IS SUCH A BALL I RUN THE WORLD FROM CITY HALL! FRENETIC MOTRICITY FRENETIC MOTRICITY
RAY: Here's a special request...hope you'll enjoy it! I TRIED TO FIND I DON'T REGRET HOW MY HEART HAVING MET COULD BE SO BLIND, UP WITH A GIRL WHO DEAR BREAKS HEARTS HOW COULD I BE FOOLED LIKE THEY WERE JUST LIKE THE REST NOTHING AT ALL YOU CAME ON STRONG I'VE DONE IT TOO WITH YOUR FAST CAR AND I KNOW AND YOUR CLASS RING JUST WHAT IT FEELS SOFT VOICE AND YOUR LIKE SAD EYES AND I FELL FOR THE WHOLE JUST LIKE I SAID THING THERE'S NO REGRETS . . . Well, it's about time to close . . . I hope you've had as much fun as we have. Don't forget the jam session Sunday . . . MANDY TENSION will be by, playing his xylophone troupe. It's really been a lot of fun. Monday night is the dance contest night: THE TWIST CONTEST . . . we're gonna give away peanut butter & jelly & ba- loney samwiches for all of ya. IT REALLY HAS BEEN FUN. I hope we've played your requests . . . the songs you like to hear . . . LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL! Drink it up, folks. Wonnerful. Nice to see you, Bob . . . how's it goin'? How's the kids? Wonnerful. Nice to see ya. Yes. BILL BAILEY? Oh . . . we'll get to that tomorrow night. Yeah. CARAVAN (with a drum sola)? Right. Yeah . . . we'll do that. Wonnerful. Nice to see you again. Yeah. LA LA LA LA LAH-H-H-H! DOWN AT THE POMPADOUR A-GO-GO LA LA LA LA LAH-H-H-H! VO DO DEE OH PEE PEE SHOOBE DOOT-N-DAH-DAH-DAH YA DA DA-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H! NA NYA DA DA DA DA DAH-H-H-H-H-H! Nite all.