FRANK ZAPPA MONTANA (UNIVERSAL AMPHITHEATER LA DEC 1984) LYRICS

 
The Roxy, Los Angeles, CA
December 8-10, 1973
and
Universal Amphitheater, Universal City, CA
December 23, 1984

musicians (1973):
FZ--lead guitar/vocal
Napoleon Murphy Brock--sax/vocal
George Duke--keyboard/vocal
Ruth Underwood--percussion
Bruce Fowler trombone
Tom Fowler--bass
Chester Thompson--drums
Ralph Humphrey--drums
musicians (1984):
FZ--vocal
Ike Willis--guitar/vocal
Ray White--guitar/vocal
Bobby Martin--keyboards/sax/vocal
Alan Zavod--keyboards
Scott Thunes--bass
Chad Wackerman--drums

I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss

Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptown

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else . . . (how 'bout you there?)
But then, on the other hand I would

Keep the wax
'N melt it down
Pluck some Floss
'N swish it aroun'

I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)

Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am)
I'm movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune (look out!)

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon . . .

I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(His name is MIGHTY LITTLE)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks

I'm gonna find me a horse (uh-huh?)
Just about this big (yes sir)
An' ride that sucker all along the border line

With a
A pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' that lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
(Hopla!)
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night

And then I would
Get a cuppa cawfee
'N give my foot a push . . .
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over the Dennil Floss Bush

'N then I might just sorta
Jump back on
An' ride
Like a dipshit
Into the dawn to Montana

Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) (Oh . . . )
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay) (I'm . . . )
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)