Ahhh the memories of my youth...
Zappa Rules
Smoked up nights, molar grindin, evil grin...
Suzzy, Suzzy Creamcheese...what's gottin into you.....?
Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun
'Cause mama, that's where the fun is....
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Gazing through the window at the world outside
Wondering will mother earth survive.
Saturday night I was downtown
Working for the FBI...
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect...
Youth is wasted on the young...
Mac
That's why I like ya Dred...stay strange!