Yo Cats (Zappa Frank)

Yo cats, yo yo Yo chooch, way to go You is dead, but you don't know Yo let's carve, hey where's them blow? Get your fiddle, get your bow Play some footballs on your hole Watch your watch, play a little flat Make the session go overtime, that's where it's at Hey, saxophone, clarinet How many doubles can you get Special rules providin' the way To help you maximize your pay Your girl, Arlyn's, what's the diff What's the service that you're with So long as you can suck them butt On the contractor who calls you up Your career could take a thud Unless you kneel and scarf his pud And when the dates come rolling in You can wipe your lips and flash a grin That tells them all at the jingle date That you enjoyed what you just ate Yum yum, dog food Haemorrhoid cream but the bread's so good New RV and a leisure suit Hey, I play shit but I love that loot Thank the union, it's so great Only a few get to be on the date Those other schmucks with electric guitars Got to play for poot in the "B" scale bars You have made it, you are cool You have been to the Berklee School You give clinics on the side Music has died and no one cried Yo cats, Yo yo Yo chooch way to go You is dead Hey! Have a nice one, guy!