Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom Fowler (bass)
Ruth Underwood (percussion)
Jeff Simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don Preston (synthesizer)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
Walt Fowler (trumpet)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (tenor
saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
Ralph Humphrey (drums)
Chester Thompson (drums)
Debbie (background vocals)
Lynn (background vocals)
Robert Camarena (background vocals)

Sunrise
Get up in the mornin'
You know, I dig this mornin'
The sun is shinin' bright
I'm gonna get outside
Gonna wash my face
Grab my hat
Put it on my head
I take a walk downtown
Yeah... Because I feel so-oh good
I think I'm gonna take a walk downtown
Hey! Sunrise!

Wo!
Somethin' I never seen before
Been walkin' down the street every day
Nobody like you ever passed my way
Maybe it must be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, must be too much...

Wait a minute! Is that you?
What's that?...What, what's that?...
What, what's that?...What?...

Dummy Up

What is that?...
I know what that is, I know what that is...
I bet you that's a restaurant menu...
Let me see!...Let me see!

Not only do you get the Desenex burger

What?

Not only...the Desenex burger
Well you are in for a real treat, Jim

Wait a minute...I think I like
that dance better than...
What are you talkin' about, creep?

What I'm talkin' about is
you've been in this killer fog
down here too long

What?

You need somethin' to get up
and go to school with

Wait a minute, you're not
talkin' to an old fool now,
You know I wasn't born yesterday!
Heh heh heh!
Wait a minute...
I like that little dance you
were doin' there...

(Jeff Simmons tries to corrupt
Napoleon Murphy Brock by
showing him a lewd dance and
suggesting that he'd smoke a
high-school diploma...)
Hey! Wait a minute!

Hey this, this stuff...

I never seen one of these
before...that's not a menu...

This stuff is expensive

What is that?

You shoot it, you'll conserve all winter.

I do what?

It lasts longer

(Not only do you get the Desenex burger)

Now come on, try it.

No, no.

It's really good.

No. Smoke THAT?!

Have I ever lied to you?
Have I ever seen you before?
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I don't, I don't even know you!

Look...

I don't even know what that is!
And you're drivin' me to smoke it?!...

Just before, we smoked the tapes that you made.

Smoked the tapes?

Smoked the tapes of your group.

I think I'm with the damned.
You can really get off.

Let's try a joint of this.

A what?

A joint.

You mean this kinda joint?

No man!
Where you been in livin'?...Reseda?

No, San Jose.
(The evil dope pusher is
cutting up a white gym
sock, Formerly owned by
Carl Zappa and still damp.
The shredded sock will be
placed inside of a
high-school diploma And
ignited with a
sulphur-preparation... His
first taste of big city
life!...)

That's okay, wait...

Hey! The roach of this is really
gonna be good, so I'll...

Have mercy!

What do you do with that thing?
WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THAT THING? YEAH!
Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!

What do you do with that thing?
I wanna know!
Wait a minute!

(Now the next step of this
operation: The evil corrupter
of youth is going to take him
from Step One, Which is a mere
high-school diploma stuffed
with a gym sock, To Step Two,
Which is a college-degree
stuffed with absolutely nothing
at all. Smoke that and it'll
really get you out there!...)

I still don't feel as good as
I felt this mornin'...yeah
yeah...

(You'll grow out of it...)
DUMMY UP!

I heard it again, somebody said...

You see this?

Wait a minute!...

College!
College!
That's college-rhythm.

You mean if I smoke that,
it's the same as this,
As if I was at college?
Roll it on up!
Roll it on up!
Roll it on up!
Give me that!...

No no, the college degree is
stuffed with absolutely nothing
at all.
You get, you get nothing with
your college-degree...

But that's what I want!
I forgot, I'm sorry...

Well, if you get nothin', well
that's what I want.

(A true Zen saying: Nothing is
what I want. The results of a
higher education...)