Текст (слова) песни: Frank Zappa - The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)

George duke (keyboards, vocals)

Bruce fowler (trombone)

Tom fowler (bass)

Chester thompson (drums)

The adventures of greggery peccary!

Oh, here comes greggery,

Little grecgery peccary

The nocturnal gregarious

Wild swine

A peccary

Is a little pig

With a white collar

That usually hangs around

Between texas and paraguay

Sometimes ranging as far

West as catalina

Catalina, catalina, catalina!

This particular peccary

Is part of that bold (bold),

New (new) breed (breeding)

That extinguishes itself

By markings which resemble a

Wide tie

Directly below the

White collar

If its white enough

Everyone will know

That the tie Im wearing

Is a symbol

Of how nimble mv mind will know

Ooh-ooh!

(swine suave!)

Look out!

Here he comes again!

Oh here comes greggery peccary.

Yes its cravv, cravy, veah...

Every morning, greggery drives

His little red volkswagen to the ugly

Part of town where they keep the government buildings.

Voodn, voodn!

Boy its so hard to find a place to park around here!

Greggery peccary takes the elevator

Up to the eighty-third floor of a grim,

Gray, evil-looking building

With a sign on the front reading:

big swifty associates. trend-mongers.

And what, might you ask, is a trend monger?

Well, a trend monger is a person

Who dreams up a trend

(like the twist --- or flower power),

And spreads it throughout the land,

Using all the frightening little skills

That science has made available!

And so it was, one fateful morning,

Greggery peccary made his way through the steno pool . . .

Hi mildred!

Hello gladys!

Wanda!

Yes, from the moment they laid

Eyes on him,

All the girls in the big swifty

Steno pool

Knew . . .

Here was a

Nocturnal,

Gregarious

Wild swine

On his way up!

A peccary of destiny,

Adventure

And

Romance!

Is there any mail for me?

Swiftys!

This is big swiftys!

At big swiftys we all know-ow-ow

Youll go

For any gimmick or gizmo!

Wouldnt you rather be involved

In a series of colorful

Time-wastinc trends?

Air hockey . . . biff . . . dush-h-h!

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp

Is your wife snoring by the sink?

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp

Aint your life boring, dontcha think?

Youp youp youp youp youp youp youp

Life is so much better

When theres some little something

To do!

Does it matter that this waste of time

Is what makes a life for you? hmmmmm?

I must plummet boldly

Forward

To my ultra-avant

Laminated,

Simulated

Replica-mahogany desk,

With the strategically-placed,

Imported, very hip water pipe,

And the latest edition of the

Whole earth catalog,

And rack my agile mind

For a spectacular

New trend,

Thereby rejuvenating our limping

Economy,

And providing

For bored & miserable people

Everywhere

Some great new

thing

To identify with.!

We have got the little answers

To the things

That might` be bothering you!

We have got your little toys!

(were busy makin em!)

Busy makin em,

Were busy makin em,

Busy makin em

Just for you!

Yoo-hoo-hoo!

Very efficient. miss snodgrass!

And with that.

Gregcery turned

And strode nonchalantly

Into his dinky little office

With the desk and the catalog

And the very hip water pipe.

And proceeded,

With a vigor and determination

Known only to piglets

Of a similarly diminutive

Proportion,

To single-handedly invent

The calendar!

With his eye rolled heaven-ward.

And his little shiny pig-hoofs on the

Desk, greggery ponders the

Question of eternity (and fractional

Divisions thereof), as mysterious

Angelic voices sing to him from a

Great distance, providing the

Necessary clues for the construction of

This thrilling new trend!

Sunday

Sunday?

Wow!

Sunday,

monday

Sunday,

Saturday. . .tuesday through

- monday!

Saturday. . .

And thus the calendar,

In all of its colorful disguises

Was presented to

The bored & miserable people

Everywhere!

Gregcery issued a memo on it.

Whereupon the entire contents

Of the steno pool

Identified with it strenuously,

And worshipped it as a way of life,

And took their little pills by it.

And went back n forth from

Work by it.

And paid their rent by it,

And before long they were even

Having

Birthday parties in the office

By it,

Because now. at last,

Crecgery peccarys exciting new

Invention

Had made it possible

For everyone

To find out

How old they were!

What hath God wrought?

Unfortunately,

There were some people

Who simply did not wish to

Know,

And thats why,

On his way home from the office

One night,

Greggery was attacked

By a rage of hunchmen!

Making his way through the

Evening traffic, greggery notices

That the other vehicles which

Crowd and bump his little red car

Are all inhabited by slowly-aging

very hip young people,

They appear to be casting

Sinister glances toward him

Through their glinting acid burn-

Out eyeballs, trying to run him

Off the road, or make him bump into

Something, giving strong evidence

Of hostile aggression!

To elude them, greggery takes the

Short forest exit off the express-

Way. they zoom after him in all

Manner of cars. trucks,

Garishly-painted buses, and

Motorcycles.

Greggery takes a bumpy trail

Off the main short forest road,

Which leads him up the side

Of a famous (and convenientlv

Placed) mountain, and into a strange

Cave on the edge of a cliff, not far

From a little twisted tree. . .with

Eyes on it.

Meanwhile, the enraged hunchmen

(and hunch-women) rumble

Through the short forest until

(realizing the little swine has

Escaped, they decide to park their

Steaming vehicles in a circular

Pseudo-wagon train formation. . .

And have a love-in!

Under the influence of a fantastic

Amount of trendy chemical amusement

Aid, they proceed to perform lewd

Acts, rip each other off for small

Personal possessions, and dance

With depraved abandon in the vicinity

Of a six-foot pile of transistor radios

Each one tuned to a different station).

What?

The hunchmen finally expire

From exhaustion,

And greggery,

Who has viewed the proceedings

From a safe distance,

Breathes a sigh of relief. . .

Phew!

Only to be terrified once again

By a roar of immense laughter. . .

Ho! ho! ho!

Which seems to be rumbling up

From the very depths of the cave

In which he has hidden his car!

(good lord! what was that!? )

Grecgery doesnt realize

He has concealed himself

Inside the very mouth of

Billy the mountain!

Ho! ho! ho!

And, as you all know,

Whenever billy laughs,

Rocks and boulders hack up,

And the air for miles around

Is filled with tons of dust,

Forming a series of huge

Brown clouds!

Who is making those new brown clouds?

Who is making those clouds these days?

Ho is making those new brown clouds?

Better ask a philostopher n see what he says!

Greggery stops at a gas station

And makes a mysterious phone

Is this the old loft

With the paint peelin off it

By the chinese police

Here the dogs roll by?

Is this here they keep

The philostophers now,

With the rugs & the dust,

Where the books go to die?

How many yez got?

Say yez got quite a few,

Just sittin around there

With nothin to do?

Well I just called yez up

cause I wanted to see

A pilostoper be of assistance

To me!

Gregcery receives information

That

the greatest livin philostopher

Knon to mankind

Is currently in possession of the

Very information

In question,

And, furthermore, this information

Could be his,

If only greggery would attend a

special therapeutic group

Assembly

(classes now forming),

And available at a special

Low introductory fee. . .

And now, here he is,

the greatest living philosto-

Pher known to mankind,

Quentin robert denameland!

Take it away!

"folks,

As vou can see for yourself.

The way this clock over here

Is behaving,

Time is of affliction!

Now this might be cause for alarm

Among a portion of you, as,

From a certain experience,

I tend to proclaim:

the eons are closing!"

Make your checks payable to

-25.8-

quentin robert denameland,

Greatest livin philostopher

Known to mankind!

Who is making those new brown clouds?

Who is making those clouds these days?

Who is making those new brown clouds?

If you ask a pilostopher, hell see

That you pays!

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Here he comes again! Oh here comes greggery peccary. Yes its cravv, cravy, veah... Every morning, greggery drives His little red volkswagen to the ugly Part of town where they keep the government buildings. Voodn, voodn! Boy its so hard to find a place to park around here! Greggery peccary takes the elevator Up to the eighty-third floor of a grim, Gray, evil-looking building With a sign on the front reading: big swifty associates. trend-mongers. And what, might you ask, is a trend monger? Well, a trend monger is a person Who dreams up a trend (like the twist --- or flower power), And spreads it throughout the land, Using all the frightening little skills That science has made available! And so it was, one fateful morning, Greggery peccary made his way through the steno pool . . . Hi mildred! Hello gladys! Wanda! Yes, from the moment they laid Eyes on him, All the girls in the big swifty Steno pool Knew . . . Here was a Nocturnal, Gregarious Wild swine On his way up! A peccary of destiny, Adventure And Romance! Is there any mail for me? Swiftys! This is big swiftys! At big swiftys we all know-ow-ow Youll go For any gimmick or gizmo! Wouldnt you rather be involved In a series of colorful Time-wastinc trends? Air hockey . . . biff . . . dush-h-h! La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp Is your wife snoring by the sink? La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp Aint your life boring, dontcha think? Youp youp youp youp youp youp youp Life is so much better When theres some little something To do! Does it matter that this waste of time Is what makes a life for you? hmmmmm? I must plummet boldly Forward To my ultra-avant Laminated, Simulated Replica-mahogany desk, With the strategically-placed, Imported, very hip water pipe, And the latest edition of the Whole earth catalog, And rack my agile mind For a spectacular New trend, Thereby rejuvenating our limping Economy, And providing For bored & miserable people Everywhere Some great new thing To identify with.! We have got the little answers To the things That might` be bothering you! We have got your little toys! (were busy makin em!) Busy makin em, Were busy makin em, Busy makin em Just for you! Yoo-hoo-hoo! Very efficient. miss snodgrass! And with that. Gregcery turned And strode nonchalantly Into his dinky little office With the desk and the catalog And the very hip water pipe. And proceeded, With a vigor and determination Known only to piglets Of a similarly diminutive Proportion, To single-handedly invent The calendar! With his eye rolled heaven-ward. And his little shiny pig-hoofs on the Desk, greggery ponders the Question of eternity (and fractional Divisions thereof), as mysterious Angelic voices sing to him from a Great distance, providing the Necessary clues for the construction of This thrilling new trend! Sunday Sunday? Wow! Sunday, monday Sunday, Saturday. . .tuesday through - monday! Saturday. . . And thus the calendar, In all of its colorful disguises Was presented to The bored & miserable people Everywhere! Gregcery issued a memo on it. Whereupon the entire contents Of the steno pool Identified with it strenuously, And worshipped it as a way of life, And took their little pills by it. And went back n forth from Work by it. And paid their rent by it, And before long they were even Having Birthday parties in the office By it, Because now. at last, Crecgery peccarys exciting new Invention Had made it possible For everyone To find out How old they were! What hath God wrought? Unfortunately, There were some people Who simply did not wish to Know, And thats why, On his way home from the office One night, Greggery was attacked By a rage of hunchmen! Making his way through the Evening traffic, greggery notices That the other vehicles which Crowd and bump his little red car Are all inhabited by slowly-aging very hip young people, They appear to be casting Sinister glances toward him Through their glinting acid burn- Out eyeballs, trying to run him Off the road, or make him bump into Something, giving strong evidence Of hostile aggression! To elude them, greggery takes the Short forest exit off the express- Way. they zoom after him in all Manner of cars. trucks, Garishly-painted buses, and Motorcycles. Greggery takes a bumpy trail Off the main short forest road, Which leads him up the side Of a famous (and convenientlv Placed) mountain, and into a strange Cave on the edge of a cliff, not far From a little twisted tree. . .with Eyes on it. Meanwhile, the enraged hunchmen (and hunch-women) rumble Through the short forest until (realizing the little swine has Escaped, they decide to park their Steaming vehicles in a circular Pseudo-wagon train formation. . . And have a love-in! Under the influence of a fantastic Amount of trendy chemical amusement Aid, they proceed to perform lewd Acts, rip each other off for small Personal possessions, and dance With depraved abandon in the vicinity Of a six-foot pile of transistor radios Each one tuned to a different station). What? The hunchmen finally expire From exhaustion, And greggery, Who has viewed the proceedings From a safe distance, Breathes a sigh of relief. . . Phew! Only to be terrified once again By a roar of immense laughter. . . Ho! ho! ho! Which seems to be rumbling up From the very depths of the cave In which he has hidden his car! (good lord! what was that!? ) Grecgery doesnt realize He has concealed himself Inside the very mouth of Billy the mountain! Ho! ho! ho! And, as you all know, Whenever billy laughs, Rocks and boulders hack up, And the air for miles around Is filled with tons of dust, Forming a series of huge Brown clouds! Who is making those new brown clouds? Who is making those clouds these days? Ho is making those new brown clouds? Better ask a philostopher n see what he says! Greggery stops at a gas station And makes a mysterious phone Is this the old loft With the paint peelin off it By the chinese police Here the dogs roll by? Is this here they keep The philostophers now, With the rugs & the dust, Where the books go to die? How many yez got? Say yez got quite a few, Just sittin around there With nothin to do? Well I just called yez up cause I wanted to see A pilostoper be of assistance To me! Gregcery receives information That the greatest livin philostopher Knon to mankind Is currently in possession of the Very information In question, And, furthermore, this information Could be his, If only greggery would attend a special therapeutic group Assembly (classes now forming), And available at a special Low introductory fee. . . And now, here he is, the greatest living philosto- Pher known to mankind, Quentin robert denameland! Take it away! "folks, As vou can see for yourself. The way this clock over here Is behaving, Time is of affliction! Now this might be cause for alarm Among a portion of you, as, From a certain experience, I tend to proclaim: the eons are closing!" Make your checks payable to -25.8- quentin robert denameland, Greatest livin philostopher Known to mankind! Who is making those new brown clouds? Who is making those clouds these days? Who is making those new brown clouds? If you ask a pilostopher, hell see That you pays! Нравится песня? 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