Road Ladies Lyrics by Frank Zappa

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]

Dont it ever get lonesome?
Yeah!
Sure gets lonesome
Dont 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
Dont it ever get lonesome?
Whoa-ho!
Lonesome aint the word
Dont 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.

Dont it ever get lonesome?
Dont it ever give a young man the blues?

Dont it ever get lonesome?
Dont 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 youve ever known.

Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma too?

Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma too?

Dont you better get a shot from the doctor for what the
Road ladies do to you.

I know someday I will never,
Ill never go out on the road again.

I know someday I will never,
I aint gonna roam the country side.
No more.

Im 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

Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma too?

Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma too?

Dont you better get a shot from the doctor for what the
Road ladies do to you.