Road Ladies

Frank zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian underwood (rhythm guitar) Jeff simmons (bass, vocals) George duke (organ) Aynsley dunbar (drums) The phlorescent leech and eddie (vocals) Dont it ever get lonesome? Yeah! Sure gets lonesome Dont it ever get sad when you go out on the road? Oh, there was one time in minneapolis.. when I thought I had the clap for sure Dont it ever get lonesome? Whoa-ho! Lonesome aint the word Dont it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour? You got nothing but groupies and promotors to love you And a pile of laundry by the hotel door. Dont it ever get lonesome? Dont it ever give a young man the blues? Dont it ever get lonesome? Dont it ever make a young man wanna go back home? When the p.a. system eats it, And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit youve ever known. Dont you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mamma too? Dont you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mamma too? Dont you better get a shot from the doctor for what the Road ladies do to you. I know someday I will never, Ill never go out on the road again. I know someday I will never, I aint gonna roam the country side. No more. Im gonna hang up them ol holiday inns And heal my knees up, from when I was doin it on the floor See me doing it! See me doing on the floor Dont you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mamma too? Dont you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mamma too? Dont you better get a shot from the doctor for what the Road ladies do to you.