[00:40.08]Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
[00:40.77]Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
[03:00.24]Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
[03:12.42]Ike willis (lead vocals)
[03:13.35]Peter wolf (keyboards)
[03:16.59]Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
[03:22.71]Ed mann (percussion)
[03:23.10]Vinnie colaiuta (drums)
[03:39.06]Central scrutinizer:
[03:39.60]This is the central scrutinizer...joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy during the fade- out of his imaginary song...he begins to feel depressed now. he knows the end is near. he
[03:53.43]Ealized at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the imagination of the imaginer...and... ultimately, who gives a **** anyway...so...so... excuse me...so...who give
[04:20.19]Uck anyway? so he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo...(after the song ends)
[04:43.50]This is the central scrutinizer...as you can see, music can get you pretty ****** up...take a tip from joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar and get a good job...joe did, and he's a ha
[05:05.19]Uy now, on the day shift at the utility muffin research kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. and every time a nice little muffin com
[05:51.18]On the belt, he poots forth...
[06:24.63]And if this doesn't convince you that music causes big trouble...then maybe
[06:31.95]I should turn off my plastic megaphone and sing the last song on the album in my regular voice...

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (lead vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer...joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy during the fade- out of his imaginary song...he begins to feel depressed now. he knows the end is near. he
Ealized at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the imagination of the imaginer...and... ultimately, who gives a **** anyway...so...so... excuse me...so...who give
Uck anyway? so he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo...(after the song ends)
This is the central scrutinizer...as you can see, music can get you pretty ****** up...take a tip from joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar and get a good job...joe did, and he's a ha
Uy now, on the day shift at the utility muffin research kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. and every time a nice little muffin com
On the belt, he poots forth...
And if this doesn't convince you that music causes big trouble...then maybe
I should turn off my plastic megaphone and sing the last song on the album in my regular voice...