200 Motels Page #6

same brand Danny Hutton puts on his face that makes him look all . . . glistening and seductive. Just put a little on

here . . . the cheeks . . . the chin . . . mmm, the quivering lips . . . I'm so commercial I could die! Somebody . . .

TURN ON A BLUE SPOTLIGHT!!!

What will this morning

bring me this evening?

Some local hot action

(I'm a young lonely guy)

Before we are leaving (maybe we can get some head)

Go to the club or the bar or wherever the p*ssy is found

In the town your band is booked to play in

It's always a little bit harder to score

If it's just your first time in a town you never hit before

If you stayed in it once and got laid

You've got it made, ahhh, got it made

If it's just your first time

Then you know it's no fun to go

Back to a plastic hotel all alone

Go to the club or the bar

Go to the club or the bar

Go to the club or the bar

Or wherever the p*ssy is found

(Boy, do I need it!)

(Open up!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

She's such a dignified lady

She's so pretty and soft

You can't call her a groupie

It just pisses her off

(Yeah)

She got diamonds and jewelry

She got lotsa new clothes

She ain't hurtin' for money

So that everyone knows

That she knows what she wants

Knows what she likes

Daddy, daddy, daddy . . . oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy . . . oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy

Look out . . . she's got her eyes on you

She left her place after midnight

(La la la la la)

And she drove to the club

(La la la la-ee-ah!)

You know that her and her partner

(La la la la la)

Came here lookin' for love

(La la la la-ee-ah!)

They want a guy from a group

(La la la la la)

Got a thing in a charts

(La la la la-ee-ah!)

IF HIS DICK IS A MONSTER

IF HIS DICK IS A MONSTER

IF HIS DICK IS A MONSTER

They will give him their hearts

'Cause they know what they want

(Do it, d'ya wanna-wanna?)

And they know what they like

Daddy, daddy, daddy . . . oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy . . . oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy

Look out . . . they got their eyes on you

FAM-BAM-YAK-A-TA-TAHHH!

They know what they want

Know what they like

Daddy, daddy, daddy . . . oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy . . . oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy

Awright, you got 'em screamin' all night

(La la la la la)

Screamin' all night

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

It's a Bentley!

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

[...]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

It's a Chevy!

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

Or a Lincoln!

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

['Cause they're dancin'!]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

[...]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

[...]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

[...]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo . . .

Oh wow, what a night. What's the matter,

didn't you get any action tonight?

Didn't you used to be with the Mothers?

Yeah.

Is this what you do now?

I've got my own group, too. I don't mind being in this movie. I get a chance to transform a few times, drink these

vile, foamy liquids.

Bleagh.

What kind of a life is that?

It's not that bad! Really! I LIKE to be a monster

every once in awhile!

No one will ever take you seriously after this.

Why, because I transform? I LIKE to be a monster!

There's a little monster in every one of us.

You'll probably stay here for the rest of your life with your fake potions and your twisted monster face. You coulda

BEEN something in rock and roll.

I TRIED to get a hit single. It drove me to drink.

Ugh.

Hoo-hoo-ha-ha . . .

Go on, laugh about it. You could have been a star. You could have spread your aura across vast continental

areas, your name on millions of small, hot lips, whispering under secure, pink blankets in the lonely midnight dark. But

whaddya do? Ya join the Mothers, and ya end up working for Zappa, and he makes you be a creep! You coulda played

the blues with John Mayall, or far-out exciting

jazz with Blood Sweat and Tears.

You really think so?

Look. No one will ever take you seriously after this. How can they take you seriously? In this business you've either

got to play the blues or sing with a high voice.

You're right. I never should have joined the Mothers. Why, I could be a star now! Oh, when I think of all those millions of . . .

Hey.

Hot pink juicy little . . .

Hey. Listen, do you know where I can uh, get

any dope in this imaginary town?

Man, there's no dope in this town. Just these

vile, foamy liquids.

Well, they're fake aren't they?

No, they're real! I mix them myself at home, and then I bring them in the morning . . . secret spiritual formulas . . .

Ew, what's a secret spiritual formula?

The stuff that goes in the elixir, the potion, whatever

I mix is irrelevant to the result.

You mean they're fake potions, right?

Look, it doesn't matter what's in the mix. It's the liquid! The concept . . . of the liquid . . . is enough to trigger a

special cosmic state. Its because I'm so

spiritually evolved . . .

Oh, listen, I just wanna get out of it, and go back to me fake motel room and play the blues, you know. F*** your

spiritual evolvement. Anyway, what happens if a new and exciting blues talent such as meself drinks your stuff?

Here. Take this back to your fake room.

Drink it.

I'd feel a lot happier if there was something I could smoke.

Well, here. Dip this in it. Now, let it dry out. That

ought to get you a little HIGH. Or something.

Ew, I can't take you seriously.

Look, you might as well take this too.

I know its only fake potion. Well listen. We should get together sometime. Have a jam. Yeah, play some blues.

Extensions! Why not some extended blues licks?

White people can play the blues, you know.

Hello. Frank. Yeah, I gave it to him.

Yeah, he went back to the special room.

No, no. He's gonna smoke it. Yeah, right.

Hey, listen. You got any idea when we're

gonna get paid for this?

What will I say

The next day to whatever

I drag to my hotel tonight?

(If things go all right!)

What will I say

The next day to whatever

I drag to my hotel tonight?

(Will she be outasite?)

What will this evening

Bring me this morning?

What will this evening

Bring me this morning?

A succulent fat one

A mod little flat one

Maybe a hot one (to give me the clap!)

Maybe a freak who gets off with a strap

What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?

(What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?)

If things go all right!

(If things go all right!)

What will I say the next day to whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?

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