(Mothers of Invention, July1991)
Konserthuset, Stockholm
September 30, 1967
FZ guitar/vocals
Ray Collins tambourine/vocals
Roy Estrada bass/vocals
Don Preston piano
Ian Underwood alto sax
Bunk Gardner tenor sax
Motorhead Sherwood baritone sax
Jimmy Carl Black drums
Billy Mundi drums
FZ: This is a song from our Freak Out album, which has been changed to a waltz for live performance. The name of this song is 'You Didn't Try To Call Me'. After we play through 'You Didn't Try To Call Me', there'll be a brief pause and I will say: 'Let's roll along now,' that means nothing to you, into a piece of 'Petroushka' by Igor Stravinsky, followed by the 'Bristol Stomp' followed by 'Baby Love' by the Supremes, followed by our new smash flop single 'There's A Big Dilemma About My Big Leg Emma'
One two three
One two three
You didn't try to call me
Why didn't you try
I'm so lonely
No matter who I take home
I keep calling your name
And you (I need you so bad)
You're the one babe
Tell me, tell me who's lovin' you now
Cause it worries my mind and I can't sleep at all
Stayed home all Friday just to wait for your call
You didn't try
You didn't try
You didn't try
You didn't try to call me
Why didn't you try
I'm so lonely
No matter who I take home
I keep calling your name
And you . . . I need you so bad
You're the one babe
Tell me, tell me who's lovin' you now
Cause it worries my mind and I can't sleep at all
Stayed home all Friday just to wait for your call
You didn't try
You didn't try
You didn't try
You didn't try to call me
Why didn't you try
I'm so lonely
No matter who I take home
I keep calling your name
And you . . . I need you so bad
You're the one babe
Tell me, tell me who's lovin' you now
Cause it worries my mind and I can't sleep at all
Stayed home on Friday just to wait for your call
I can't say what's right or what's wrong
But I love you
All you got to do is call me babe
I want you
You make me feel so excited girl
I got so hung up on you
From the moment that we met
That no matter how I try
I can't keep the tears
]From running down my face
I'm all alone in my place
Well, Let's roll along now
Petroushka!
The kids in Bristol
Are sharp as a pistol
When they do the Bristol stomp
Woah Woah
It started in Bristol
At the teenage hop
Oh, they're sharp as a pistol
When they do that bop
Woh woh
Oh my darling wo-wo
Oh baby wo-wo
You're walking beneath a wo-wo
With a wo-wo blowing through your wo-wo
You show me your wo-wo I show your mine
We put 'em together wo-wo
Baby love, my baby love
I need you love
Oh how I need your love
I don't know
Make you
Me oh my
I need you love
I need you love
I need you love
Oh how I need you love
I know you
Dee-doo, doo-doo
There's a big dilemma
About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah
There's a big dilemma
About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah
She used to knocka me out
Until her teeth fell out
There's a big dilemma
About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah
There's a big dilemma
About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah
She was my steady date
Until she put on weight, uh-huh
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho Emma
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho Emma
Em-em-em-em-em Emma
Sock it to me now
There's a big dilemma
About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah
There's a big dilemma
About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah
She used to knocka me out
Until her face broke out, uh-huh
includes a fragment from the 6th Symphony "Pathétique" (Tchaikovsky) and a quote from I Married Joan (Mack/Murray)
I could be a slave for the rest of my life
As long as I know that you'd be my wife
No matter what you do
Can't hide my love for you
You treat me bad, girl
I won't cry, I won't moan
I'll work real hard the rest of my days
Bring all my dough back home
I don't care how you treat me
I don't care how you treat me
I'm an all-American Boy, I love it
He loves it
Sock it to me
Strap it to me
As long as we're together darling, through the years
Watching TV together
Licking our coupons together
Saving stamps
Buying fruit together
Smoking some fruit
Then we'll save all our stamps
We'll go down to the redemption center and trade them in
For a throw pillow that says:
I Married Joan
Lalalalala
[...] Nice to see you
And besides darling, what makes it all so important, and what makes it
have meaning, my darling, you know as well as I, you've got big tits.
No matter what you do
Can't hide my love for you
You treat me bad, girl
I won't cry, I won't moan
I'll work real hard
the rest of my days
Bring everything back home
I don't care how you treat me
I don't care how you treat me
Indians love it too
Mjamammamjamma get some rain
Knock-a me down
Spit in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything
But stay offa my blue suede shoes
Blue, blue, blue, baby
Blue, blue, blue, baby
Blue, blue, blue, baby
You can do anything
But stay off my blue suede shoes
Give it to 'em
Woaaaw boogie
You ain't nothing but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time
Just you old hound dog
You ain't never caught a rabbit
You ain't no friend of mine
Oh oh oh oh Gee
Oh oh oh Gee
Well oh oh Gee
Oh I love that
Love that girl
Oh oh Gee
Listen to my plea
(?)
Oh I love that girl
I Love that girl
Hold me baby, squeeze me
Never let me go
I'm not takin' changes
Because I love her
I love her so-o-o-o-o
Hold me baby squeeze me
Never let me go
I'm not takin' chances
Because I love her
I love her so
Oh-ho-ho Gee
I-I I love her
Yea-eah I need her
Oh I love that girl
Thats why I love that
Scoobeedoobewadapdapdee
Thank you.
You need a Wowie Zowie
FZ: The name of this song is King Kong. It's the story of a very large gorilla who lived in the jungle. And he was doing okay until some Americans came by and thought that they would take him home with them. They took him to the United States, and they made some money by using the Gorilla, then they killed him.
[backwards vocals or attempted Swedish? + other assorted squeeks and noises]
It can't happen here
It can't happen here
I'm telling you my dear
That it can't happen here
Cause I've been checkin' it out baby
Bababababa
I've checked it out a coupla times
Oh darling it's important that you believe me
Ba ba ba that it can't happen here
Who would imagine that they would freak out somewhere in Sweden
Sweden Sweden
Who would imagine that they would freak out in Sweden
In Minnesota
Minneminneminneminne
Who could imagine
[Swedish radio accompanied by Don Preston's organ]
All compositions by Frank Zappa except as noted