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Frank Zappa & The Mothers
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There's No Lust In Jazz
Mark or Howard?:Okay, is it just about time, you guy? What d'you say??:It's time for the mass. Jeff:Uh . . . Mark:One? Jeff:Rolling? Mark:Rolling . . . Frank is rolling. Howard: Rolling? It's rolling . . .? One!?: It's the mass. Mark: Test two. Test . . . three. Oh, now this is what I call brotherly love. Howard: Man, she's really hung, man. Now there are tits. Aynsley: Get your dick in between that [...] Aaaaah . . . Howard: No stopping! Oh, I'm telling you . . . There is a chick what am hung. Jeff?: Oh yes . . . Mark: And she enjoys every moment of it. Howard: She wants you, Dick. Aynsley: She's waiting for your big . . . Dick: Oh, listen. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Jeff: Bwana? Howard: She said give me the guy with the throb. AAH! Jeff: Oh . . . really? Howard: Okay, enough. Jeff: What can you say? Howard: See you later. Mark: See, this is what happens when you join a, a rock group, George, and get off that jazz syndrome. George: Is this like the old [...] Aynsley: [...]just wanna show us lads what she's got. Jeff: Oh, man. Mark: There's no lust in jazz.
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