A Little Green Rosetta lyrics

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (lead vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)

Central Scrutinizer:
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You'll make
a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
A green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
You'll make
a muffin really betta
It's betta
It's really getting betta
It's betta, it's betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
And a green rositti, too
Green rositti
A little green rositti
It's really, really meaty
A little green rositti


You'll make
a muffin really betta
It's betta
(Hey, really out
there...that was
really good)
It's really getting betta
It's betta, it's betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
(Good God, give the
drummer some)
Green rosetta


A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Setta, setta, setta,
etc....)
(Make a muffin, make
a muffin, make a muffin,
Make a muffin betta,
make a muffin betta,
etc....)
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You'll make a muffin betta
(Etc....)


Good God! You're
really jammin'! Now
the Reggae version,
hey, for the People in
the Third World...
we haven't forgotten
anybody on this
song...for all of you
French people...who
think that you're outta
sight...And for the
people in Spain...who
think the French
people are where it's
at...And for the people
in Mongolia who
always wanted to go to
Spain for a vacation...
And for those of you in
Taiwan who got
chumped, this chorus
is for you: (Rang Tang
Ding Dong, I am the
Japanese Sandman...
Take eight...)
Green rosetta
A green rosetta
a little green rosetta
(Against the Reggae
beat, though...
No, it's still Reggae,
but it's all backwards)

A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You'll make
a muffin betta
A little green rosetta
(Etc., etc., etc...)

Now you see, some
places in the Third
World it might be
difficult to dance to
this because the
kerosene record player
is not a very efficient
device...And a lot of
times they run out of,
they run out of spunk
right in the middle of
the chorus...Causing
the song to sound like
this...

A little green rosetta

However we continue
in spite of the fact that
the fuel may be low on
your record player. We
suggest that in places
in the Fourth World
where things are really
tough that you keep
the record player
going by rubbing two
sticks together. And if
all else fails, throw the
record away...build
your own green
rosetta...try this
recipe: We'll start with
a lump of grass...the
grass bone connected
to the ankle bone...the
knee bone connected
to the wishbone...and
then everybody moves
to New York and goes
to a party with
Warren. Hey!
And we've flown in, at
great expense, (triple
scale, no less, ladies
and gentlemen), Steve
Gad's clone to play the
out-chorus on this
song...he's really outa-
site, in spite of the fact
that the click track is
totally irrelevant to
what he's doing right now.
I'm listening to the
click, yes I'm suffering
with the click track
right now...this guy is
totally out of sync with
it, but what the fuck.
Ed Mann will call him
up later, show him the
sign. Okay Vinnie,
where is five?

They're pretty good
musicians
They're pretty good
musicians
They're pretty good
musicians
(The singer's not too
good, but the musicians
are pretty good)
They're pretty good
musicians
They're pretty good
musicians
They're pretty good
musicians
They're pretty good
musicians
But it don't make no
difference
If they're good
musicians
Because anybody who
would buy this record
Doesn't give a fuck if
there's good musicians
On it
Because this is a
stupid song
AND THAT'S THE
WAY I LIKE IT

A little green rosetta
Hey!
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You make
a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Rosetta, rosetta
rosetta
(etc., etc., etc....)

Al Malkin:
Zetta...