Besedila: Frank Zappa. "There's No Lust In Jazz".

?: Okay, it's, uh, just about time, you guys, what d'you say?
?: [...]
?: Uh . . .
?: One?
?: Rolling?
?: Rolling . . . Frank is rolling
?: Rolling? It's rolling . . . ?
?: One!
?: Test two
?: Test . . . three
?: Oh, now this is what I call brotherly love
?: Man, chics are really harm, man. Now there are tits
?: Hey you're taking between that baby [...]
Aaaaah . . .
?: No stopping!
?: Oh, I'm telling you . . .
?: There is a chic where I'm hung
?: Oh yes . . . And she enjoys every moment
?: She wants you Dick
?: She's waiting for your big . . .
?: Now listen
?: Bwana?
?: She said give me the guy with the throb
AAH!
?: Oh . . . really?
?: Okay, enough
?: What can you say?
?: See you later
?: See, this is what happens when you join up a rock group, George, get off that jazz syndrome . . . there's no lust in jazz