Lyrics Do You Like My New Car? - Live At Fillmore East / 1971 - Frank Zappa feat. The Mothers

Mark: I mean really .. .
Howard: Rant-rant-rant-rt-rt-rt-rant-nt .. .
Mark: You are .. .
You gotta tell me something .. .
I mean, seriously, I'm tellin' you, this is the first time that any of my girlfriends and I have ever met anybody really from Hollywood .. .
I mean .. .
Really my girlfriend Jim and Ian and .. .
Aynsley and Bob and .. .
Frank .. .
I mean, none of us .. .
We've never .. .
Howard: Pleased to meet you .. .
Ian: Hi Howie
Mark: We've never met a pop star from Hollywood .. .
Tell me something: have you ever met Davy Jones .. .
Or .. .
Howard: No .. .
Mark: .. .
Or Bobby Sherman?
Howard: No, I .. .
Mark: I mean .. .
David Cassidy, he's so .. .
Howard: No .. .
Jimmy Greenspoon, and once I .. .
Mark: Three Dog Night?
Howard: Yeah .. .
Mark: Oh!
I love them!
They're my favorite band!
Oh gawd .. .
Oh, do you like my new car .. .?
My dad just gave it to me for graduation
Howard: Oh, yeah .. .!
It's a .. .
It's a Fillmore, isn't it?
Real futuristic, ah .. .
I dig the fins .. .
Listen: do you know how to get to the, ah, Holiday Inn from here?
Mark: No, ah .. .
Which one is it?
Howard: (Burp) .. .
Excuse me .. .
It's .. .
It's .. .
It's the one by the airport .. .
You know ... 'cause we gotta .. .
We gotta get up early an' .. .
Fly outta here in the morning, you know?
Mark: Oh!
Oh, I didn't know that .. .
(Oh, yeah!)
Mark: Where .. .
Where d'you guys play tomorrow night?
I mean .. .
I'd like to come maybe .. .
In your bus or somethin' .. .
Howard: Yeah?
(In the BUS!)
Howard: Come in the bus, huh?
Tomorrow we're in ah, let's see .. .
Tierra del Fuego
Mark: Oh .. .
You're so professional, Howie!
Howard: Oh, it's not .. .
Mark: Howie, I mean .. .
Howard: It's nothing .. .
Mark: I mean the way you're gettin' to p .. .
To play n all these exotic places, I mean .. .
Howard: Yeah
Mark: Tell me something, tell me and all my girl— TELL me .. .
Do you really have a hit record .. .
On the charts now .. .
With a BULLET?
I mean that's really important to me .. .
Howard: Listen, honey .. .
Would I lie to you just to .. .
Get in your pants?
Mark: He-Hey!
Listen!
Jim: Hey, hey .. .
Mark: Hey, listen to me .. .
Tell him: WE ARE NOT GROUPIES!
Howard: No, I never .. .
I never said that. . .
Mark: We're not groupies!
You better understand .. .
I told Robert Plant it, I told Elton John, I told all those big guys .. .
Howard: Robert PLANET?!
Mark: We are not groupies!
Howard: No, I never .. .
Mark: Roger Daltrey never laid a hand on me!
Howard: No, I never .. .
I .. .
It's obvious to see why .. .
Listen, I've never .. .
Mark: And my .. .
Jim: Howard .. .
Mark: Tell him!
Tell him right now!
Jim: We only like musicians for f-friends, you know?
FZ: Real straight arrow, Howie
Mark: Really .. .
Just for friends, Howie .. .
Jim: But we still like you
FZ: Yeah, we wouldn't mind coming in your bus, though
Jim: I mean, we still want to hear your record .. .
Howard: Listen you chicks, now didn't .. .
Didn't you just say that you got off bein' juked with a BABY OCTOPUS .. .
And spewed upon with creamed corn .. .
An' that your harelipped dyke-o bass-playing girlfriend on the backseat had to have it with a Yoo-hoo bottle or she went apeshit .. .?!
Mark: Oh .. .
Howard: What's the deal, baby?
Mark: Howie!
Howard: Come on .. .
Mark: Howie, listen to me, all that's true .. .
Howard: Come across, like .. .
You know?
Mark: I swear, all that's true, and sometimes I even dig it with a Dr.
Brown's Cream Soda .. .
Or a Cel-Ray!
But .. .
We are not groupies!
No matter what you think .. .
Howard: No, I never .. .
Mark: We are not groupies .. .
Howard: You see, there seems to be some kind of a communications problem, honey, because I .. .
I'm a lonely guy from outta town, you know, an' .. .
An' I want some ACTION .. .
What .. .
What I'm talkin' about is, I wanna .. .
A-a steaming, succulent, ever-widening, gooey, drippy, runny kind of a hole with a .. .
With .. .
How shall I put this .. .?
What say we hop in the trunk of your Gremlin AN' GET OUR ROCKS OFF?
Mark: Hey!
Hey-hey-hey-heyyyy .. .
Jesus!
FZ: Very agile, Howie, very agile!
Mark: I'm in this band, man .. .
I am in this band no matter what we do up here .. .
You know .. .
Now listen, it just so happens .. .
Howard: Yeah .. .
Mark: Tonight me and my girlfriends, I mean, we've all come here for one thing tonight .. .
Howard: Yeah?
Mark: Looking for a guy .. .
And we're looking for a guy from a group .. .
Howard: Wow!
Mark: BUT HE'
S GOTTA HAVE A DICK!
Howard: NO!
Mark: AND HE'
S GOTTA HAVE A DICK THAT'
S A MONSTER!!
Howard: WAAAAAAAAH .. .!
That's me!!
That's me!
Oh .. .
Oh, you voluptuous Manhattan Island clit .. .
FZ: I swear he was a Manhattan Island .. .
Howard: Take me, I'm yours, you hole .. .
Fulfil my .. .
Wildest dreams!
Mark: Ooooh!
Anything for you, my most seductive, seclusive .. .
Pop star of a man .. .
Howard: Yeah?
Mark: Picture this if you can
Howard: Oh .. .
Mark: Bead jobs!
Howard: Oh!
Mark: Knotted nylons!
Howard: Oh!
Mark: Bamboo canes!
Howard: Oh!
Mark: Three unreleased recordings of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young fighting in the dressing-room of the Fillmore East!
Howard: Oh!
Mark: One enchilada wrapped with pickle sauce shoved up and down in between a donkey's legs until he can't stand it no more .. .!
All this and more, Howie, including: an electric coolde pony harness, with fuel injection .. .
Fuel injection .. .
Fuel injection .. .
Howard: Oh .. .
My God, I .. .
I .. .
I can't stand it!
I mean .. .
I mean, do you understand the implications of what I'm saying?
I .. .
I CAN'
T STAND IT!
I CAN'
T STAND IT!
I CAN'
T STAND IT!
I CAN'
T STAND IT!
I CAN'
T STAND .. .
FEET ON FIRE .. .
I'
M GOING HOME!
I GOTTA SEE MY BABY!
I GONNA .. .
SO HOT!
I CAN'
T STAND IT!
I CAN'
T STAND IT!
I CAN'
T STAND IT!
I CAN'
T STAND IT .. .
I CAN'
T STAND IT .. .
I CAN'
T STAND IT!
I CAN'
T STAND IT!
I CAN'
T .. .
OH!
OH NO!
OH .. .
GOD .. .!
I can't stand it!
Oh .. .
I really can't stand it .. .
Please .. .
Give it to me .. .
Give it to me right here in the trunk of your Gremlin .. .
Give me .. .
GIVE ME THE ENCHILADA WITH THE PICKLE SAUCE SHOVED UP AND DOWN THE DONKEY'
S ASS UNTIL HE CAN'
T COME ANYMORE!
Mark: Hey-hey!
Not until you sing me your big hit record!
And I wanna hear the big hit record, and I wanna hear it now, an' I wanna hear the big hit record now with a bullet!
With a bullet!
Howard: The bullet?
Mark: The BULLET!
The BULLET!
It's the part that gets me the hottest .. .
Now sing me that record, and I wanna hear it right now or you ain't driving nowhere tonight, buddy .. .
Howard: Well .. .
I know when I'm licked .. .
All over .. .
Okay, baby: BEND OVER AND SPREAD '
EM!
Here comes my .. .
BULLET!!