Waka/Jawaka: Hot Rats lyrics
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Waka/Jawaka: Hot Rats lyrics

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Album release date: 
1972.07.05
Album producers: 
Frank Zappa
Album guest musicians: 
George Duke - Keyboards, Piano (Electric), Vocals, Tack Piano; Don Preston - Synthesizer, Piano, Moog Synthesizer, Mini Moog; Sal Marquez - Trumpet, Chimes, Flugelhorn, Vocals, Concept; Jeff Simmons - Bass, Guitar, Vocals, Hawaiian Guitar; Aynsley Dunbar - Guitar, Tambourine, Washboard; Sneaky Pete Kleinow - Pedal Steel; Mike Altschul - Bass, Flute, Clarinet (Bass), Flute (Bass), Piccolo, Sax (Baritone), Sax (Tenor); Billy Byers - Trombone, Horn (Baritone); Alex Dmochowski - Bass; Tony Duran - Vocals, Slide Guitar; Erroneous - Bass (Electric), Vocals, Fuzz Bass; Janet Ferguson - Vocals; Joel Peskin - Sax (Tenor); Chris Peterson - Vocals; Kenny Shroyer - Trombone, Horn (Baritone); Ian Underwood - Guitar, Keyboards, Wind

Album description: 
Frank Zappa & The Mothers Time 36:08 Frank Zappa - Guitar (Acoustic), Guitar, Guitar, Percussion, Keyboards, Vocals, Producer, Mastering
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Frank Zappa song lyrics

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Frank Zappa
Artist from: 
United States
Artist born: 
1940.12.21
Artist died: 
1993.12.04
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Your Mouth - [3:12] lyrics

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Frank Zappa (guitar)
Tony Duran (slide guitar)
George Duke (tack piano)
Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals)
Chris Peterson (vocals)
Joel Peskin (tenor saxophone)
Mike Altschul (baritone saxophone, piccolo)
Erroneous (electric bass)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)

Your mouth is your religion.
You put your faith in a hole like that?
You put your trust and your belief
Above your jaw, and no relief

It Just Might Be a One-Shot Deal - [4:16] lyrics

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Frank Zappa (acoustic guitar)
Tony Duran (slide guitar)
Jeff Simmons (hawaiian guitar, vocals)
Sneaky Pete Kleinow (pedal steel)
Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals)
Janet Ferguson (vocals)
Erroneous (electric bass, vocals)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums, tambourine)

If the froggy come up-a with his
Satchel in his hand,
Then he reachs in the front and
Dump a mile of sand
Across the rug, along the hall