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Frank Zappa & The Mothers
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Diptheria Blues
Back about a hundred years ago There wasn't anywhere you could go down here in Georgia Mississippi Maryland Any of your Southern states Now you got your honkies And you got your ofays And you got your soul brothers Hundred years ago, soul brothers sat out in front of their shanties. Poorer than a they was. They sat out there with their Hohners, just like we do today. And they played some soulful songs. Now give me some of your in the background, ladies and gentlemen Deep terminal chronic diphtheria harmonica blues From Asthma Mark And the Funk Brothers Good God! Good God! Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com What is this? I can't stand it I can't breathe any more heartache They just woke [?]me up They give me my bottle of juice They give me my Hohner They give me my straw hat They give me my blue prison shirt They sit me down by the scarecrow And they say, 'Play, boy You been a-pickin' blueberries all day long It's about time you really got it on Now I know all you brothers got rhythm and you got soul Go on and you play some, I mean We gotta have one on every block Just to show how cool we are [...]on us We'll sit back and listen to you We'll bake your brownies at Christmas, boy We'll take your women back to the shed We're gonna use you to make mincemeat, boy And then we're gonna sit down and dig on you 'Cause you play a fine harp Fine harp, Asthma Mark.' They used to say, 'Play that thing, Asthma Mark. Play the harmonica, boy. Play that thing.' Asthma Mark goes, 'Ee-yeah!' They go, 'What?' Asthma Mark goes, 'Wee-yeah!' Wee-yeah! Wee-yeah!
Carlos Santana, ladies and gentlemen!
Good God!
Don't break that bottle, brother Aynsley It's all we got
So Asthma Mark would sit on the corner And he would play his Diphtheria Blues on his Hohner And people would come from miles around To see Asthma Mark a-wheezin' and a-playin' A-playin' and a-wheezin' And a-spewin' And a-foamin' They say,
'We love you, Asthma Mark And we sing with you The old Diphtheria Blues'
I can't breathe I can't breathe My throat's a-sweatin' My eyes are waterin' My athlete's foot went south for the winter Oh, I can't stand it What's gonna happen to me? Oh, diphtheria got me down Oh, San Antonio epidemic now Oh [...] Oh Diphtheria Blues [...]say Gonna play in this shack Gonna [...]through Get bit on the back [...]flies in my face Gotta get out of here No-good funky blues Diphtheria Blues Got me down Diphtheria Blues Got me down Can't stand it no more Diphtheria Blues Just [...] Blue Cross won't pay Diphtheria Blues Diphtheria Blues Diphtheria Blues, yeah Diphtheria Blues, oh
Diphtheria Blues [...]
Can't stand it
Oh no Oh no OW!
OW!
HOO-AAHHH!
Diphtheria Blues Diphtheria Blues
Diphtheria Blues Diphtheria Blues Can't stand it
Oh no Oh no Diphtheria Blues Diphtheria Blues Play that thing, Asthma Mark
Good God! Good God! Amen . . .
John Lennon: Okay? FZ: Sit down and cool it for a minute so you can hear what we're gonna do! John Lennon: Yeah, this is a song I used to sing when I was in The Cavern in Liverpool. I haven't done it since so . . . Two, three, four . . .
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