(Intro) I live in the forest where your heart goes cold Where your fingers go numb. You hear noises when you try to sleep And shadows where you hope lies
I could mend - lost the missus, missed the girlfriend In this Cockamamie Business Now we like to air condition - though the air has no ozone ring Still they're chopping down the forest
, Restlessness, the reaction that you will find, From stress I guess and having a compassionate mind, I worry bout the machine of progress, ain't no stopping it, The forest
's not for your coat, not for the price Could it be for somethin' unknown Well Ironwolf man's got to survive You seem to be a major threat Stay hidden in forest
make my day Large as a black woman's gluttius maximums And the question everybody's asking us "Where'd you get your funk from?" A brother named George
worries, I do not fret Some may have what I'm yet to get And you may wonder, "Is it how?" A kitten may turn into a cow With bells and horns And tinned corned beef Forests
than George Bush, drugs get pushed They want a nigga clean-cut like the Ancient Greeks But the Ancient Greeks, were fuckin' freaks I'm gonna let it grow like a forest
off I wish nobody saw me, wishing I could hide vibe kool keith we spark this We step on stage mc's dissapear like the rain forest So when I rocks again
Verse Two: Large as a black woman's gluttius maximus And the question everybody's asking us "Where'd you get your funk from" A brother named George and
, he was thinning out his blood I told the hotel clerk about my band and our show in town tonight he said "Let me guess - John, Paul, George and Ringo
to yellow they fade And then they have to die trapped within the circle time parade of changes Moments of magic will glow in the night all fears of the forest
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals) George duke (keyboards, vocals) Bruce fowler (trombone) Tom fowler (bass) Chester thompson (drums) The adventures of greggery
) Arthur tripp (drums) Don preston (piano, organ, electronic effects) Don "sugar cane" harris (electric violin) Lowell george (rhythm guitar
as a mosquito, but so sweet like my Chiquita, you're the one for me. You're . . . the one . . . for me! Music by Rudolf Friml and Herbert Stothart, with lyrics by Robert Wright and George Forest
(Tom Blackburn/George Bruns) He was born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the Land of the Free Raised in the woods so he knew every
Restlessness, the reaction that you will find From stress I guess and having a compassionate mind I worry bout the machine of progress, ain't no stopping it The forest
Samantha, and poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer to all my black magic romancers & acid rain dancers, develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld & George
Bewitched like Samantha And poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer to all my Black Magic romancers and acid rain dancers Develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld and George
