when he found me A new day broke through all around me Then I met the Master now I am one of his own [ guitar ] For all things were changed... Yes I met the Master
they never ask why Daddy was a rollin', rollin' stone, oh He rolled away one day and he never came home It ain't hard to understand This ain't Hitler's master
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired
? Feelin' real great cuz the weather is mild So you check us out on tour 'cuz you're likin' the style Drums, the bass, the master plan Nice guitars,
Hate it or love it, watch it or unplug it. Careers disappear quicker than next week's club hit. You're just a puppet on a string I'm your master. You'
what it is and here we go, go we got a system where the kids say go and then we rock em, not with rocks but with blocks of guitars and mad cuts jedi master
Original scratch creator Grand Wizard Theodore For those who don?t know, I started back out in the '74 Afrika Bambata, Disco King Mario Cool Herc, Grand Master
there. Four nice kids from offa the street. Why didn't they stay there? What is all the screaming about? Fainting and swooning. Sounds to me like their guitars
' in a mohair sweater I can dance, I can dance, I can dance faster I tried to keep up but it was a disaster One more move and I'm gonna be the master
Yea Baby I'm ready for Christmas out of all the reindeers you know your the master mind Run Run Rudolph when you start to fall behind Run Run Rudolph
I've got a Dungeon Master's guide I've got a 12-sided die I've got Kitty Pryde And Nightcrawler, too Waiting there for me Yes I do, I do I've got posters
king Lunchin' down in palm springs Long the ring, crackin' cars Dirty money, give the wax to juan Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back garage Thug niggas using mack guitar
View Master Spirograph me a pretty picture Go Speed Racer go a little faster I could hear the voices of my childhood When I traded in my Close and Play for a second-hand guitar
shove it, boy 'cause it's the only way you'll be employed I am known as the Beef Bastard Everyone knows I'm the ultimate master I am known as the Beef
, we go like a merry go round Said Santa to a boy, ?Child what have you been longing for?? ?All I want for Christmas is a rock 'n' roll electric guitar
Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this holy night The streets alive with tough-kid jets in nova-light machines Boys flash guitars like
head banger's ball that's where we learned it all Wearing spandex pants, six-string lazers in their hands Synchronized guitars they layed out the master
I was taken by surprise and I looked into his eyes For I thought that he could see as well as I I said my friend just let me show you what the Master