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The Mothers of Invention - Mother’s Day - Let’s Make the Water Turn Black
Mother’s Day
Disc 1
01. Fountain of Love
02. Brown Shoes Don’t Make It
03. Concentration Moon
04. Nasal Retentive Calliope Music
05. Let’s Make the Water Turn Black
06. Stuff Up the Cracks
07. America Drinks
08. Cheap Thrills
09. You’re Probably Wondering Why I’m Here
10. The Chrome Plated Megaphone of Destiny
11. No No No
12. Plastic People
Disc 2
01. Are You Hung Up
02. Help I’m a Rock (suite in three movements): Okay to Tap Dance / In Memoriam, Edgar Varese’ / It Can’t Happen Here
03. Bow Tie Daddy
04. Harry, You’re a Beast
05. What’s the Ugliest Part of Your Body
06. Invocation & Ritual Dance of the Young Pumpkin
07. Later That Night
08. The Return of the Son of Monster Magnet (unfinished ballet in two tableaus): Ritual Dance of the Child Killers / Nullis Pretii
09. Wowie Zowie
10. Call Any Vegetable
Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn't know

Early in the morning, Daddy Dinky went to work
Selling lamps and chairs to San Ber'dino squares
And I still remember Mama with her apron and her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe

Whizzing and pasting and pooting through the day
Ronnie helping Kenny, helping burn his poots away
And all the while on a shelf in the shed
Kenny's little creatures on display

Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
A marvel to be seen, dysentery green
While Kenny and his buddies had a game out in the back
Let's make the water turn black

We see them after school in a world of their own
To some it might seem creepy what they do
The neighbors on the right sat and watched them every night
I bet you'd do the same if they was you

Whizzing and pasting and pooting through the day
Ronnie helping Kenny, helping burn his poots away
And all the while on a shelf in the shed
Kenny's little creatures on display

Ronnie's in the army now, and Kenny's taking pills
Oh, how they yearn to see a bomber burn
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine
Wait till the fire turns green
Wait till the fire turns green
Wait till the fire turns green

This would be a little bit of vocal teenage heaven, right here on Earth

Ronnie Williams (backwards):
Dodn-do-do-dodn-dodn-dodn-dada