Frank Zappa — Dickie’s Such An Asshole Halloween 73- early show

One 'n one is eleven! Two 'n two is twenty-two! Won't somebody kindly tell me What the government's tryin' t' do . . Dickie's just too tricky For a chump like me to use, yeah Well, you'd take that sub-committee serious, boy You might get a seizure from the evenin' news Well Millions 'n millions of dollars . . Much as he might need . . He could open up a chain of motels, people On the highway, yes indeed! Quadrophonic desperation! You know, there'd be a cable all under your bed Well, if you just might break some wind in your slumber The FBI is gonna get your number GONNA GET YA GONNA GET YA GONNA JUMP UP THE SUB-COMMITTEE AND GET YA! Gonna get your number The FBI Gonna get your number The FBI Gonna get your number The FBI Gonna get your number The FBI Done got your number The FBI Done got your number The FBI Gonna get your number The FBI Gonna get your number Gonna get your number Gonna get your number I'm tryin' not to worry You know, you know I'm tryin' not to care But you know, I get delighted When some microphone's not there Can't have no private conversations Nowhere In the USA Can't wait 'til the rest of the people all over the world Find out that their government Is just the same ol' . . Wanna tell you one thing right now Wanna tell you one thing right here Wanna tell you about the government Wanna tell you about the sin of government World wide government Everywhere Tricky Dickie Full tricky Cheating on you Lying to you Everyday Every night In the morning In the evening All the time Everytime You think He's telling you the truth You know what's wrong You know what's right You think it's right You know what's wrong You think You dream about the things that's gonna happen but they never happen because everything that's right to you Cheating to you Trying to tell you what they gonna do but never doing what they really say Let me tell you one more thing Of the man they call Tricky And he's tricky That's why they call him Tricky And his name is Dickie But he's still tricky One more thing I wanna say right here Cheating on you Lying to you Trying to get your name Trying to get your number Trying to find out where you're going Where you're coming from What you're gonna do What you're thinking about What you think you're gonna do What you're thinking about every day and every night every time you get up in the morning Don't you know . . They cheated They lied They said they had my number Yeah, they cheated You know they lied They said that they wanna be Now I wanna tell you one more thing Bebe Rebozo Tricky Dickie Everybody in the world Gonna listen right now If you don't wanna Go through this anymore If you want True True True True Hey True, true, true . . What you want True, hey What you want True, hey What you want True, hey What you want True, hey What you want True, hey . . Well . . All them big shots got all the money Switzerland and everywhere They're strictly from commercial And if you find out they don't care Oh Lord! (Oh Lord) Oh Lord! (Oh Lord) Oh Lord (Oh Lord) Oh Lord, Oh Lord (Oh Lord) Oh Lord (Oh Lord) Oh Lord, Oh Lord (Oh Lord) Oh Lord, Oh Lord Please . . Please don't make no reservation In the GOP for me Just take that San Clemente Magnetic Deviation And make it say No Vacancy Here it comes, folks! DICKIE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLE We mean it, Dick Wee-ooo Good night!