FRANK ZAPPA GO CRY ON SOMEBODY ELSE'S SHOULDER LYRICS
The Mothers of Invention:
Frank Zappa--Musical director, guitar & vocals
Ray Collins--Lead vocalist, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin & tweezers
Jim Black--Drums (also sings in some foreign language)
Roy Estrada--Bass & guitarron; boy soprano
Elliot Ingber--Alternate lead & rhythm guitar with clear white light
THE MOTHERS' AUXILIARY
Gene Estes--percussion
Eugene Di Novi--piano
Neil Le Vang--guitar
John Rotella--clarinet, sax
Kurt Reher--cello
Raymond Kelley--cello
Paul Bergstrom--cello
Emmet Sargeant--cello
Joseph Saxon--cello
Edwin V. Beach--cello
Arthur Maebe--French horn, tuba
George Price--French horn
John Johnson--tuba?
Carol Kaye--12-string guitar
Virgil Evans--trumpet
David Wells--trombone
Kenneth Watson--percussion
Plas Johnson--sax, flute
Roy Caton--copyist
Carl Franzoni--voice
Vito--voice
Kim Fowley--(Featured on hypophone)
Benjamin Barrett--contractor
David Anderle
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Motorhead Sherwood--noises
Mac Rebennack (aka Dr John)--piano
Paul Butterfield
Les McCann--piano
Danny Hutton
Cory Wells
Mike Clarke
P.F. Sloane
Bobby Beausoleil--vocals
Terry Gilliam ?
Jeannie Vassoir--(the voice of Cheese)
A year ago today
Was when you went away
But now you come back knockin' on my door
And you say you're back to stay,
But I say . . .
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
You cheated me baby,
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to set you free
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
A year ago today
You went away
And now you come back cryin', cryin'
Darling, please, let me in
But I don't need you
No, I don't love you anymore
So go lean on . . . go cry on
Somebody else's door
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore (Oh, my darling!)
Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and let the tears fall out of your eye
(Darling)
Let 'em fall on your dress
Who cares if it makes a mess?
I gave you my high school ring
At the root beer stand
We had a teen-age love, baby
I thought it was sharp
It was really so grand . . . but
You cheated me baby
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to get my khakis pressed
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
(Ba-ay-by)
Baby,
(I-I-I-I)
I love you so much, darling
(I, oh, I love you)
Why don't you dig me?
(Ba-ay-by)
I . . . I dig you
But you don't dig me
(Oh, I need you)
I don't understand what it is
(Ba-ay-by)
I . . . I had my car re-upholstered
I got my hair processed
(Oh, I love you)
I got a nice pompadour job on it
(Oh, my baby)
I bought a new pair of shoes
(Oh, my love)
I got some new khakis and I met you
And we went out to get a Coca-Cola . . .
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