Zappa's Religion

[Intro]
A whimsical world, a tune unfurls,
A gipsy dance in a whirl.

[Verse]
Jazz ain’t dead, it just smells funny,
A quirky beat, sweet like honey.
You can’t write a chord ugly enough,
So here’s a giraffe, whipped cream and stuff.

[Chorus]
If you live a boring life,
Listening to strife, mom, dad, and priest,
You missed the beast, in the music feast.

[Verse 2]
Music’s a mirror, society’s call,
In every note, we hear it all.
Philosophies blend in harmonies tight,
Agreeing only if you see the light.

[Chorus]
If you live a boring life,
Listening to strife, mom, dad, and priest,
You missed the beast, in the music feast.

[Bridge]
A tango twist, with Zappa’s flair,
In hypnotic dance, we take the dare.
Quirky, raw, and oh so grand,
Psychedelic, in a gipsy band.

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
If you live a boring life,
Listening to strife, mom, dad, and priest,
You missed the beast, in the music feast.

[Outro]
Jazz ain’t dead, it just smells funny,
Whipped cream giraffes in the land of honey.
Live your life, play your song,
In Zappa’s world, we all belong.