Текст песни The Radio Is Broken - Frank Zappa

The cosmos at large
It's so very big
It's so far away
The comets
The craters
The vapors
The solar wind
The residual echoes (The residual echoes)
The residual echoes (The residual echoes)
The residual echoes from the giant explosion
Where they said it beginned

The germs from space
The negative-virus knit-wear
The blobulent suit
That's right, the blobulent suit
It's made of rubbert, it's very ugly
It's got an air hose
The guy that has it all has a space wrench

The things that were supposed to be green
In the balck and white movies
They get you in the neck when you're not looking
They get you, they get you, they get you, get you, get you

The radio is broken (It don't work no more)
The radio is broken (It don't work no more)
The lovely Lisa Kranston
Her father invented the secred fuel
That's right
For the rocket
So she gets to go with a clipboard
She writes it down when the meters go around
And falls in love in a space warp
Space warp

Space warp

The giant knobs
The porthole where you see the earth for the first time
The corrugated fiberglass interior walls
The parially reclining G-force lawn furniture
The brown hole
The pointed brasseries
The atomic war
The tiny little dresses on the space girls
A love-starved race begging to reproduce with earthmen

They need to reproduce (with John Agar)
They need to reproduce (with Morris Ankrum)
They need to reproduce (with Richard Basehart)
They need to reproduce (with Jackie Coogan)
They need to reproduce (with Sonny Tufts)

The botchino (Botchino)
The botchino (Botchino)
The botchino (Botchino)
The gigantic spider
The co-pilot always plays the harmonica
The navigator always gets killed by a bad space person

Uh-oh, the radio is broken
It don't work anymore
The radio is broken
It don't work anymore
The radio is broken
It don't work anymore
We'll never get back to the earth no more
Uh-oh
We have to fall in love on Uranus

The radio is
That's right, uh-oh
The radio is broken
The meteor storm
You spilled your coke
You're stepping on the popcorn
John Agar
Uh-oh

Dwarf Nebula