Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ian Underwood (alto saxophone, piano)
Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet)
Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Don Preston (electric piano)
Arthur Tripp (drums, percussion)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Members of The BBC Symphony Orchestra

(The trio protests the interruption,
to which Don responds that
performance of diatonic music (and
eating meat) will preclude them from
seeing his aura. They argue that
diatonic music is good and his
electronic music is horse-shit. He
argues that diatonic music is too
old-fashioned, and that There must be
growth! You've got to eat macrobiotic
food -- and study astrology! (It is
worth noting that, although the plot
was my idea, each band member was
responsible for generating his own
dialog.)

(?):
Hold it! Hold it!

(?):
Hey, put that down.

Don:
Silence you fools, don't you believe in progress?

Bunk:
Take that progress and stick it under a rock.

Don:
We must overthrow the diatonic system.

FZ:
Yes

Ian:
Bullshit.

Don:
We're coming to the beginning of a
new era wherein the development of
the inner self will be the most
important factor.

Ian:
Honey your music is full of shit and
besides that it ain't disciplined.

Bunk:
Give me four-four.

Art:
Togetherness.

Ian:
Yeah.

Bunk:
Some old melodies.

Don:
Look, playing that kind of music and
eating meat will never, you'll never
be able to see my aura then.

Art:
I've seen your aura a lot, I think it stinks.

Ian:
You've been drinking, Don?

Art:
I can hear your aura and it's bad man.

Don:
Listen, there are many strange things
that science doesn't know.

Bunk:
Discipline, you need discipline. Four, four.

Don:
It's got to be new, it's got to
progress, it's got to evolve. THERE
MUST BE GROWTH!

(?):
Ah, man.

Don:
You've got to eat macrobiotic food.

FZ:
We're doing a play.

Don:
And study astrology. Delve into the occult world.

Ian:
Well you can delve all you want but
were formin' a new group go and do
you some yoga excercises. Take care
of business.

Don:
Look, mark my words... If you
continue playing this music something
strange may happen.

Bunk:
Don't threaten me...

FZ:
By the end of the first show...

Don:
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/VI3By the end of the first show... No the second show.

FZ:
So at this point in the development
of our plot the three talented
members of the Mothers of Invention
have quit the group to form their own
band with a lot of discipline.

(?):
Yeah.

FZ:
Listen what we need is a nice disciplined combo!

(This causes the talented trio to
quit The Mothers, in order to Form
their own band with a lot of
discipline. Suddenly, through the
magic of stage-craft, their new,
disciplined combo (14 members of the
BBC symphony) marches on stage,
wearing tuxedos, with robot-looking
designs painted on their faces. Ian,
Bunk and Art put on tuxes, get some
bolts and widgits painted on their
faces by a roving make-up artist, and
take up performance positions within
the BBC ensemble.)

FZ:
And so that they would be completely
tackished and fit in with the rest of
the disciplined combo. The former
members of the Mothers of Invention
receive their initiation into the
robot musical world.

Don:
This makes me nervous I'm gonna go do some yoga.

Ian:
Yeah you better.

FZ:
Meanwhile Dom de Wild under pressure
prepares to unwind with some healthy
yoga excercises.

(At this point, Motorhead wanders
out, piddling with his tambourine.
He sees the BBC disciplined combo,
covets their uniforms, and demands
to join their group. The ensemble
rebukes him because he can't read
music. In spite of this, he plans to
force his way in.)

FZ:
This is Euclid Motorhead Sherwood.

(?):
What's the matter with him?

Ian:
He's nervous cause he couldnt play with our new group.

Motorhead:
Oh, that's nice, look at those suits.

FZ:
Motorhead covets the uniforms of the
other band. And also shows some
interest in the bum of Underwood.

Ian:
Ayyyy

(?):
Ten years ago I knew a lot of guys down in Switzerland.

Motorhead:
Hey can I play in your band with a suit like that too?

(?):
No!

Motorhead:
But I like the suits and I can play good. I
can play . . . play anything.

FZ:
Motorhead is lying. He can't play
good, he can't play anything. He's
trying to con his way into the other
band. He knows they don't want him.

Motorhead:
But I got practicing and play good.

FZ:
He's lying. He hasn't been
practicing, he doesn't do shit.

Ian:
Ask me you couldn't even count to four.

(?):
Come on beat it man.

Motorhead:
You can't do that to me I'll fix
you. I get into your band.

(?):
Okay Motorhead, just get out of the way.

Motorhead:
You can't stop me, I'll get in there somehow.

FZ:
Motorhead explains to the members of
the Robot Combo that nothing can stop
him he will join their group whether
they like it or not.