Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)

Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)

Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals)

Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)

Ed Mann (percussion)

Walt Fowler (trumpet)

Bruce Fowler (trombone)

Paul Carman (alto saxophone)

Albert Wing (tenor saxophone)

Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone)

Scott Thunes (bass)

Chad Wackerman (drums)

Eric Buxton (vocals)



You are the girl

Somebody invented

In a grim little office

On Madison Ave.





They were specific

They made you terrific:

Red lips;

Blue eyes;

Blonde hair;

Un-wise --

You're All-American,

And, darling, they said so





YOU'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME,

WOULDN'T YOU, BABY?

YOU'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME,

WOULDN'T YOU, BABY?

SINCE YOU HAVEN'T GOT A BRAIN,

LET ME JUST EXPLAIN:

ANY KIND OF PAIN

IS NEVER A MAYBE





Her head's full of bubbles;

Her nose is petite!

She looks like she never

Gets nothin' to eat!





She dines with actors,

'N Wall Street characters:

Dull talk;

Nice clothes --

See her?

She blows --

She's so important

'Cause he gets to do talk shows --





AND SHE'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME,

WOULDN'T YOU, BOBBY?

SHE'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME,

WOULDN'T YOU, BOBBY?

SINCE YOU HAVEN'T GOT A NAME,

LET ME JUST EXPLAIN:

ANY KIND OF PAIN

IS PROBABLY HER HOBBY





She has moves up now;

She's come a long way --

They give her bunches

Of words she can say!





When she's in a bold mood,