Frank Zappa — Holiday In Berlin Tengo Na Minchia Tanta

La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la Ance Muhammitz Snats Muhammitz Frank Muhammitz Vance Muhammitz Rance Mudshark Muhammitz Ruth Underwood Leona Nichols Went on the road for a month, touring What a drag . . . You gotta go Even if you'd rather be at home Flaked out in Hollywood Drove to Inglewood and then we dumped All our shit and took a plane at five-o-three (What's it gonna be?) Chicken, beef or turkey"? Yes, La la la la Crab salad, shrimp salad Little ham hocks with [names] Look at all the Germans Watch them follow orders See them think they're doing something groovy in the streets Rance See the student leader He's a rebel prophet He's fucked up, he's still a Nazi like his mom & dad Played for a night in Berlin That afternoon we set up our shit and rehearsed Half a dozen phony student rebels in the hall Came to see if I could find a way to help them all "What is your desire?" "Help us start a fire In the Allied Center Round the corner down the street" And then we began to play A bunch of punks arose from the crowd Student rebels, their flags of red Began to chant Ho Chi Minh Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh Threw tomatoes And the next thing we knew we were under siege