He Used To Cut The Grass

Joe: I'm out at last Boy, the world sure looks different Wow . . . there's hardly anything fun to do Since they made music illegal But I'm hooked I got the habit I've got to have it I need to play But there's no musicians anymore They're all gone Wait! I've got it! I'll be sullen and withdrawn I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm Of my own secret thoughts I'll walk through the parking lot In a semi-catatonic state And dream of guitar notes To go with the loading zone announcements. Central Scrutinizer: This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER The White Zone is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the White Zone. You'll love it. It's a way of life. This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER The White Zone is for loading and unloading only. If you have to load or unload, go to the White Zone. You'll love it. It's a way of life. This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER The White Zone is for loading and unloading only . . . Mrs. Borg Voice: Turn it down! Turn it down! I have children sleeping here! Don't you boys know any nice songs? I'm calling the police! I did it! They'll be here . . . shortly! I'm not joking around anymore! You'll see now! There they are . . . they're coming! Just listen to that mess, would you! Every day this goes on around here! He used to cut my grass . . . He was a very nice boy . . . He used to cut my grass . . . He was a very nice boy . . . He used to cut my grass . . . He was a very nice boy . . . He used to cut my grass . . . He was a very nice boy . . . Central Scrutinizer: This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . . Yes . . . he used to be a nice boy . . . He used to cut the grass . . . But now his mind is totally destroyed by music. He's so crazy now he even believes that people are writing articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make matters worse, dreams imaginary vocal parts to a song about the imaginary journalistic profession . . . --- He Used to Cut the Grass - Frank Zappa