Lyrics Frank Zappa – The Phone Call / My Babe
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Interviewer
How did the group get together?
FZ
They were working, uh . . . the lead singer Ray, the bass player Roy, and one of the drummers, Jim, were all working in a bar, in a small town in California, with some other players, and there was a fight between Ray and the guitar player they had at that time, and they needed a substitute guitar player and they called me up. I went down there, and I started working with ’em, and I thought it sounded pretty good.
I’m talkin’ ’bout my baby
Not your baby
Say my babe
She’s so fine
I’m talkin’ ’bout my baby
Not your baby
Say my babe
She’s so fine
She’s right there to love me
People, come rain or shine
Well, I love her
Don’t you love her
Say I love her
You hear
Well, I love her
Don’t you love her
Say I love her
You hear
She upsets my soul
When she whispers sweet things in my ear
I love the way she walk
I love the way she talk
She makes me feel so good
Just like a grown man should
She never make me cry
And here’s why
She’s my babe
Well, nothing could be better
Than to see her in a sweater
And a real tight skirt
That won’t quit
Nothing could be better
Than to see her in a sweater
And a tight skirt
That won’t quit
She walks to the phone
People, let me tell you, that’s it
Wow! Go . . .
Hey!
Nothing could be better
Than to see her in a sweater
And a real tight skirt
That won’t quit
Nothing could be better
Than to see her in a sweater
And a tight skirt
That won’t quit
She walks to the phone
People, let me tell you, that’s it
My-y-y-y-y babe
Oh, oh-oh-oh, my babe
My-y-y-y-y babe
Oh, oh-oh-oh, my babe
My-y-y-y-y babe
She’s my babe
She’s my babe
My-y-y-y-y babe
Oh, oh-oh-oh, my babe
My-y-y-y-y babe
Oh, oh-oh-oh, my babe
My-y-y-y-y babe
She’s my babe
She’s my babe
Wow!
Gracias.
