Lyrics Frank Zappa – Botulism On The Hoof

Jeff
The new fascist ensemble says that you can’t have anything to eat, man, ’cause you’re over the deadline
Howard
What’s that mean?
Dick
I told you to be down here at noon, man, you’re five minutes late, so you can’t order, listen, listen . . .
Howard
You . . . told
?, man
Dick
These guys ordered like ten minutes ago
Howard
It’s like having Ronald Reagan for a road manager . . . what can you make me in two minutes?
Dick
The deal is that, uh . . .
Howard
. . . besides sick!
Dick
If you help me, uh, . . . for the airport, man, you be able to woof down some kind of scarf out there
Howard
What do you mean, «Woof down some kind of scarf out there»?
Dick
Then you can stick your fingers in your nose
Howard
I’m hungry, man
Dick

Eat a payday candy bar
Howard
Listen, how about a little dry cereal? How ’bout an orange juice
Dick
Never happened, man
Jeff
Hey, get it on tape, that Barber is a doofus, man