Ain’t got no heart
I ain’t got no heart to give away
I sit and laugh at fools in love
There ain’t no such thing as love
No angels singing up above today
Girl I don’t believe
Girl I don’t believe in what you say

I say to you, you must be blind
What makes you think that you’re so fine
That I would throw away
The groovy life 1 lead
‘Cause baby, what you’ve got, yeah
It sure ain’t what I need
Girl you’d better go
Girl you’d better go away
I think that life with you would1 be
Just not quite the thing for me
-Why hritsotau ? see my-way-
Why should I be stuck with you
It’s just not what I want to do
Why should an embrace or two
Make me such a part of you
I ain’t got no heart to give away
Away
No no no no no no no
Ain’t got no heart
Ain’t got no heart
I ain’t got no heart to give away

I come from nowhere
And you should go there
Just try it for awhile
The people from nowhere
Always smile
Their eyes are all frozen over
The sides of their faces pooch out at the corners

On both sides
Which is why we can tell they’re smiling
They never frown
They never let their eyebrows turn down
They like going around with their teeth showing
All the time
They are from nowhere
Your teeth are showing
So maybe you been there
You could have the disease of the nowhere people
Where the air gets stuck all over their gums
When their nowhere lips roll back
For real excitement
They stand still
They shut up
Then they don’t do nothing
Out there in nowhere

Martin: What do you do? You join the Mothers and you end up working for Zappa! And he makes you be a creep! You could have played the blues with John Mayall, or far-out exciting jazz with Blood, Sweat & Tears
Don: You really think so?
Martin: Look, no one’ll ever take you seriously after this . . . how can they take you seriously? In this business you either gotta play the blues or sing with a high voice
Don: You’re right, I never should have joined the Mothers, oh I . . . I could be a star now, oh . . .

(Zappa/Watson)

[Basic track:
soundcheck
c. 1981-82

Johnny "Guitar" Watson lead guitar & lead vocals

Ike Willis guitar?, vocals
Steve Vai guitar?
Ray White guitar, vocals
Bobby Martin vocals?
Arthur Barrow bass (over-dubbed)
Chad Wackerman drums]

Would ya b’lieve it
Uh-huh, don’t even care
Uh-huh, listen!
I said
(I-I-I-I)
Talkin’ ’bout this evenin’
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
So let me tell you why this evenin’
Listen! Not enough have been said
(I-I-I-I)
About the white, the blue and the red
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
So everybody just a-runnin’ off scared
And I, OW!
A’ll tell you that
(I-I-I-I)
Talkin’ ’bout ME, y’all
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
I don’t even care
No I don’t, no I don’t
Listen! Standin’ in the bread line
(I-I-I-I)
Everybody lyin’ an’ lyin’
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Ain’t nobody doin’ fine
O-OW! Let me tell you why
I said, OW!
(I-I-I-I)
I’m talkin’ ’bout I
Don’t even . . .
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Don’t give me no incentives
Don’t give me no incentives
I know you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
(I-I-I-I)
Uh-huh, yeah!
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Oh no, I don’t
Now listen . . .
Everybody’s sayin’ be big hearted
(I-I-I-I)
Everybody’s sayin’ be big hearted
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
How in the world has this mess got started
I never know, never know got started
OW!
(I-I-I-I)
Yes sir! I don’t even care
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Uh-huh, yes sir!
(I-I-I-I)
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
(I-I-I-I)
Help me! Uh-huh
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Don’t care no more
Don’t you . . . don’t you know!
(I-I-I-I)
Everybody’s doin’ line in tellin’ them lies ‘n
They want me to b’lieve it!
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Everybody’s tryin’ to offer me somethin’
Ain’t nothin’ I need to live
I said
(I-I-I-I)
Yeah! I don’t even . . .
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
No no I don’t
Ha-tch-tch-tch-tch
(I-I-I-I)
Ha-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Uh-huh, now listen, now ain’t that som’thin’ – oof!
I said
(I-I-I-I)
Alright
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Lemme tell you why
What was whole
Now what was whole
(I-I-I-I)
What was whole is . . . is just less than half
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
What was whole is less than half
Lemme tell you
OW!
(I-I-I-I)
Hey, you can’t hold on to it ’cause it ain’t gonna last!
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Would you listen to me baby?
I’m just talkin’ ’bout
(I-I-I-I)
OW!
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Shit, I don’t care!
Listen! I said now
(I-I-I-I)
Uh-huh
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
So listen, lemme tell ya
The cow used to jump over the moon!
An’ I ain’t jumpin’ over the fence!
(I-I-I-I)
Is that cold?
It don’t make no sense doin’ it
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
OW! Yep, that’s the reason! That’s the reason! That’s the reason! OW!
(I just don’t care!)
(I-I-I-I)
Uh-huh
(No no no!)
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Say, look, they thought he was a man in the moon,
I wonder if it wasn’t a woman
(Just don’t care! Yeah yeah hey!)
I said
(I-I-I-I)
YEAH!
(Well well hey)
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Somethin’ in the mornin’
I don’t care in the evenin’
I don’t care at night
(No no, I just don’t care, I said that . . . )
(I-I-I-I)
Is that what you b’lieve they’re tryin’ to send me up to fix the satellite
(Oh no . . . )
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
OW! No good!
(AAAAAAAH!)
Listen, talkin’ ’bout
(I-I-I-I)
(Said I don’t care)
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Woh! No, I don’t this evenin’
(No I don’t! I don’t care! Yeah! Sayin’ that)
(I-I-I-I)
(You know I said, I . . . )
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Oh no . . . ha ha . . . Oh lord!
(Oh no, tell you, I don’t really . . . )
(I-I-I-I)
Somebody better hold me this evenin’
(Say it again)
‘Cause I don’t even care
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
(Want you to know, want you . . . know that I said . . . )
Hold me tight, hold me tight, hold me tight this evenin’ ’cause
(I-I-I-I)
B’lieve it!
(Tell ya what, tell ya what, I don’t)
(DON’T EVEN CARE)
Lord, I’m waiting to pull in guitar, Frank
OW!

Oh man, I don’t know if I can go through this again!

[Ocean Way Recorders, Hollywood
February, 1980

FZ guitar
Tommy Mars keyboards, vocals
Arthur Barrow bass
Vinnie Colaiuta drums

Dale Bozzio vocals
Ray White vocals
Ike Willis vocals]

Hello! Anybody home?
Special Delivery.
(Oh no . . . )
Registered Mail. You’re gonna have to sign for this buddy.
(Oh no . . . )
Come on, I know you’re in there.
(Oh no . . . )

I don’t wanna get drafted. I don’t want to go
I don’t wanna get drafted.

I don’t wanna get drafted. I don’t want to go
I don’t wanna get drafted
No-no-no.

Roller skates and disco is a lot of fun
I’m too young and stupid to operate a gun.

I don’t wanna get drafted
I don’t wanna get drafted
I don’t wanna get drafted
I don’t wanna get drafted.

My-ay-ay sister don’t wanna get drafted
She don’t wanna go
My sister don’t wanna get drafted.

My-ay-ay sister don’t wanna get drafted
She don’t wanna go
My sister don’t wanna get drafted
Woh-oh-woh-oh-woh.

Wars are really ugly, they’re dirty and they’re cold.
I don’t want nobody to shoot her in the foxhole . . . foxhole.

I don’t wanna get drafted
I don’t wanna get drafted
I don’t wanna get drafted
I don’t wanna get drafted.

Wars are really ugly, they’re dirty and they’re cold
I don’t want nobody to shoot me in the foxhole . . . foxhole.

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .

Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole . . .

Gilly: I had a dream about that once
Girl #2: You did?
Gilly: Yeah
Girl #2: Then you must be me
Girl #1: Yeah, that’s right . . . because . . . Now, wait a minute . . . now you two are me because I had a dream that the two were here. I heard one person breathing in my right ear and then I heard somebody cough just like me
Spider: Wait a minute! I gotta find a phone booth. Here . . . ah . . . now I have it . . . I change clothes and suddenly I am . . .

I have been in you, baby
And you
Have been in me
And we
Have be
So intimately
Entwined

I have been in you, baby
And you
Have been in me
And so you see
We
Have be so together
I thought that we would never
Return from forever
Return from forever
Return from forever . . .

You
Have been in me
And understandably
I have been in ‘n’outayou
An’ everywhere
You want me to
Yes, you know it’s true;

And while
I was insideI
I mighta been
Undignified
And that is maybe
Why you cried
I don’t know
Maybe so,
But what’s the difference now?

I have been in you, baby
You have been in me
Aw’ little girl, there ain’t no time
To wash yer stinky hand
Go ‘head ‘n’ roll over
I’m goin’ in you again
In you again
In you again
In you again …
I’m goin’ in you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!

I’m goin’ in you again, baby
‘N’ you can go in me too
That’s true
I’m goin’ in you again, baby
‘N’ later when we get through
I’m goin’ in you again-ahh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahh
In you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!

[Instrumental]

Louis: Ah, I wish Motorhead would come back. Oh wow, Motorhead . . . Motorhead . . . Where are you Motorhead?
Roy: He’s probably getting eaten by one of those ponies
Louis: Yes
Roy: Maybe he’s out there playing with motors
Louis: Motors?! Motors? . . . No! no! no!