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Frank Zappa - Dental Hygeine Dilemma

Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals)
Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
George Duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin Lickert (bass)
Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim Pons (vocals)


Bad Concience:
han min noon toon han toon han

Good Concience:
No, Jeff!

Bad Concience:
han toon ran toon ran toon fran min han toon ran toon nan toon fram

Good Concience:
No no no!

Jeff Simmons:
Man! This stuff is great! It's just as if Donovan himself had appeared on my very own TV with words of peace, love, and eternal cosmic wisdom. Leading me. Guiding me. On paths of everlasting pseudo-karmic negligence, in the very midst of my drug-induced nocturnal emission.

Good Concience:
Oh, I am your good conscience, Jeff. I know all. I see all. I am a cosmic love pulse matrix, becoming a technicolor interpositive.

Jeff Simmons:
Hmm? Where'd you buy that incense? It's hip.

Good Concience:
It's the same mysterious exotic oriental fragrance as what the Beatles get off on.

Jeff Simmons:
I thought I recognized it. Mmm, what is that, musk?

Good Concience:
Jeff, I know what's good for you.

Jeff Simmons:
Right. You're heavy.

Good Concience:
Yes Jeff, I am your guiding light. Listen to me. Don't rip off the towels Jeff!

Bad Concience:
Kiss off, you little nitwit.

Jeff Simmons:
Hey man, what's the deal?

Good Concience:
Don't listen to him Jeff, he's no good. He'll make you do bad things!

Jeff Simmons:
You mean, he'll make me sin?

Good Concience:
Yes, Jeff. SIN!

Jeff Simmons:
Wow!

Bad Concience:
Jeff, I'd like to have a word with you. About your soul.

Good Concience:
No, don't listen Jeff.

Bad Concience:
Why are you wasting your life, night after night playing this comedy music?

Jeff Simmons:
You're right, I'm too heavy to be in this group.

Good Concience:
Comedy music.

Bad Concience:
Jeff, your soul!

Jeff Simmons:
In this group, all I ever get to do is play Zappa's comedy music. He eats!

Bad Concience:
Jeff!

Jeff Simmons:
I get so tense.

Bad Concience:
Of course you do my boy.

Jeff Simmons:
The stuff he makes me do is always off the wall.

Bad Concience:
That's why it would be best to leave his stern employ.

Jeff Simmons:
And quit the group!

Bad Concience:
You'll make it big!

Jeff Simmons:
That's right.

Bad Concience:
Of course!

Jeff Simmons:
And then I won't be small!

Ahmet Ertegun used this towel as a bathmat six weeks ago at a rancid motel in Orlando, Florida, with the highest mildew rating of any commercial lodging facility within the territorial limits of the United States, naturally excluding tropical possessions. It's still damp. What an aroma! This is the best I ever got off! What can I say about this elixir? Try it on steaks! Cleans nylons! Small craft warnings! It's made for the home! The office! On fruits!

Bad Concience:
This is the real you, Jeff. Rip off a few more ashtrays. Get rid of some of that inner tension. Quit the comedy group! Get your own group together. Heavy! Like Grand Funk, or Black Sabbath.

Good Concience:
No, Jeff. ??:
[?We're coming]

Good Concience:
Peace. Love.

Bad Concience:
Bollocks.

Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
What can I say about this elixir?

Mark Volman:
Jeff has gone out there on that stuff!

Bad Concience:
He should have never have used the elixir and only stuck to the incense. Oh, Atlantis.

Mark Volma

2007-08-17 17:01:52, Richie