Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Johnny "guitar" watson (guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals)
They took a whole bunch of acid
So they could see where it's at
(it's over there, over there,
They lived on a whole bunch of nothing
They thought they looked very good
They were always in a hurry
To convince themselves that what they were
Yes, they believed in all the papers
And the magazines that defined their folklore
At who or what they thought they were
Or even what they thought
And their lives were really useless
They didn't have no sense of humor
Now they got nothing left
They were wearing smelly blankets
They looked like donovan fans
In they hair and everywhere
They tried to stuff 'em up the guns
And other servants of the law
Who tried to push 'em around
But they were full of all that shit
Now I've seen 'em tightenin' up they headbands
They walked around in greenwich village
To buy posters they could hang up
In them smelly little secret
Singin': "jimi come back!"
Now come back and regulate the boy's fuzz-tone
It caused your axis to be bold as love
Now jimi (feed back) gimme some feedback
Come back and feed back on my knapsack
You can feed back the fuzz tone from your wah-wah
And set your stuff on fire
Through the canyons of your mind
On the eve of destruction
You just jump in the bath-tub
And make him be more careful
When she eats her sandwich
We can take care of janis
When she gets so depressed
She can't take it no more
We can laugh at keith moon's jokes
No one can do it like you used to
If you listen to the radio
All those assholes really need you!