We're Turning Again - Frank Zappa
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
We're so young and happy
And we know where it's at
(It's over there, over there,
Over there, over there
And under here also)
Doont, da-doodem doodem!
We're never wrong about nothing
And we look pretty good
We never ever have to worry
We're always in a hurry
To convince ourselves that what we are
Is really very groovy
If we believe what's in the papers
And the magazines that define our folklore
We can never laugh
At who or what we think we are
Or even what we think
We sorta oughta be
'Cause we are totally empty
(Totally empty)
And our lives are really useless
So what the ->-bleeped-<-?
We ain't got no sense of humor
(Oodly-oodly-yeah!)
We got nothing left
To laugh about
Including ourselves
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Mellow yellow
Mellow yellow
They were mellow
They were yellow
They were wearing smelly blankets
They were DONOVAN fans
(HU-UR-DE-EE
GU-UR-DE-EE)
They walked around
With stupid flowers
In their hair and everywhere
They tried to stuff 'em up the guns
Of all the cops and other servants of the law
(LA LA-LA-LA LA-LA)
Who tried to push 'em around
And later mowed 'em down
But they were full of all that ->-bleeped-<-
That they believed in
(PHEW!)
So what the ->-bleeped-<-?
(WHAT THE ->-bleeped-<-?)
They would tighten up their headbands
On the weekend they get loaded
When they came to town
They walked around in GREENWICH VILLAGE
To buy posters they could hang up
In their smelly little secret
Black light bedrooms
On LONG-ISLAND
Screamin': "JIMI COME BACK!"
Come back and regulate my fuzz-tone
Your HAZE was so PURPLE
And your AXIS was BOLD AS LOVE
(JIMI-JIMI-JIMI-JIMI-JIMI FEED BACK)
Come back and feed back on my knapsack
You can feed back the fuzz tone from your WAH-WAH
While you bend down
And set your stuff on FIRE
Turn turn (hop!)
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn (Mr. Cry-Baby)
Turn turn
We're turning again (well . . . )
We can turn it around
We can do it again
We can go back in time
Through the canyons of your mind
On the EVE O' DESTRUCTION
We can act like we are something really special (wah wah . . . )
Oh, we'll just jump in the bath-tub
With that other guy JIM
And make him be more careful
And we'll visit Big Mama
And whap her on the back
When she eats her sandwich
(FRIDAY THURSDAY)
We can take care of Janis
When she gets so depressed
She can't take it no more
We can laugh at Keith Moon's jokes
(HA HA HA HA HA)
And the colour TV
(WAH WAH)
He threw out the window
From the second floor!
(AAAHHHHHH!)
Everybody come back
No one can do it like you used to
If you listen to the radio
And what they play today
You can tell right away:
All those ->-bleeped-<-s really need you!
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
Turn turn
Turn turn
We're turning again
