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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Zappa, Frank - Who Needs The Peace Corps?Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Whats there to live for? Who needs the peace corps? Think Ill just DROP OUT Ill go to Frisco Buy a wig & sleep On Owsleys floor Walked past the wig store Danced at the Fillmore Im completely stoned Im hippy & Im trippy Im a gypsy on my own Ill stay a week & get the crabs & Take a bus back home Im really just a phony But forgive me Cause Im stoned Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco! How I love ya, How I love ya How I love ya, How I love ya Oh, my hair is getting good in the back! Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up on every street GO TO SAN FRANCISCO... Hotcha! First Ill buy some beads And then perhaps a leather band To go around my head Some feathers and bells And a book of Indian lure I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce How to get to Height Street And smoke an awful lot of dope I will wander around barefoot I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times I will love everyone I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street I will sleep... I will, I will go to a house Thats, thats what I will do I will go to a house Where theres a rock roll band Cause the groups all live together And I will join a rock & roll band I will be their road manager And I will stay there with them And I will get the crabs But I wont care |
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