Lyrics

“There must be some way out of here” said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion”, I can’t get no relief

All the good music has already been written
by people with wigs and stuff.

I must confess, I feel like Gena might
Upon her opening night

We gotta send Santa Claus back to the Rescue Mission
Christmas don’t make it no more

A love affair with Nina in the back of my Cortina,
a seasoned-up hyena couldn’t have been more obscener

I was sayin’ let me out of here
before I was even born

I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I‘m tense and nervous and I can’t relax

Does getting into Zappa
Means getting out of Zen?