There's No Lust In Jazz

Frank Zappa & the Mothers

?: Okay, it's, uh, just about time, you guys, what d'you say?

?: [...]

?: Uh . . .

?: One?

?: Rolling?

?: Rolling . . . Frank is rolling

?: Rolling? It's rolling . . . ?

?: One!

?: Test two

?: Test . . . three

?: Oh, now this is what I call brotherly love

?: Man, chics are really harm, man. Now there are tits

?: Hey you're taking between that baby [...]

Aaaaah . . .

?: No stopping!

?: Oh, I'm telling you . . .

?: There is a chic where I'm hung

?: Oh yes . . . And she enjoys every moment

?: She wants you Dick

?: She's waiting for your big . . .

?: Now listen

?: Bwana?

?: She said give me the guy with the throb

AAH!

?: Oh . . . really?

?: Okay, enough

?: What can you say?

?: See you later

?: See, this is what happens when you join up a rock group, George, get off that jazz syndrome . . . there's no lust in jazz