The Mothers of Invention - Go Cry on Somebody Else's Shoulder

Frank Zappa (December 21, 1940 December 4, 1993) was an American composer, electric guitarist, record producer, and film director. In a career spanning more than 30 years, Zappa wrote rock, jazz, electronic, orchestral, and musique concrète works. He also directed feature-length films and music videos, and designed album covers. Zappa produced almost all of the more than 60 albums he released with the band Mothers of Invention and as a solo artist.

In his teens, he acquired a taste for percussion-based avant-garde composers such as Edgard Varèse and 1950s rhythm and blues music. He began writing classical music in high school, while at the same time playing drums in rhythm and blues bands—he later switched to electric guitar. He was a self-taught composer and performer, and his diverse musical influences led him to create music that was often impossible to categorize. His 1966 debut album with the Mothers of Invention, Freak Out!, combined songs in conventional rock and roll format with collective improvisations and studio-generated sound collages. His later albums shared this eclectic and experimental approach, irrespective of whether the fundamental format was one of rock, jazz or classical. He wrote the lyrics to all his songs, which—often humorously—reflected his iconoclastic view of established social and political processes, structures and movements. He was a strident critic of mainstream education and organized religion, and a forthright and passionate advocate for freedom of speech and the abolition of censorship.
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A year ago today
Was when you went away
But now you come back knockin' on my door
And you say you're back to stay,
But I say . . .

Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore

You cheated me baby,
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to set you free
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore

A year ago today
You went away
And now you come back cryin', cryin'
Darling, please, let me in
But I don't need you
No, I don't love you anymore
So go lean on . . . go cry on
Somebody else's door

Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore (Oh, my darling!)

Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and let the tears fall out of your eye
(Darling)
Let 'em fall on your dress
Who cares if it makes a mess?
I gave you my high school ring
At the root beer stand
We had a teen-age love, baby
I thought it was sharp
It was really so grand . . . but

You cheated me baby
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to get my khakis pressed
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore

(Ba-ay-by)
Baby,
(I-I-I-I)
I love you so much, darling
(I, oh, I love you)
Why don't you dig me?
(Ba-ay-by)
I . . . I dig you
But you don't dig me
(Oh, I need you)
I don't understand what it is
(Ba-ay-by)
I . . . I had my car re-upholstered
I got my hair processed
(Oh, I love you)
I got a nice pompadour job on it
(Oh, my baby)
I bought a new pair of shoes
(Oh, my love)
I got some new khakis and I met you
And we went out to get a Coca-Cola . . .

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[lordueno37]

My hair's getting really good in back. I got a bitchen Olds. That's why I had to get my khaki's pressed. Pure genius. Vatos porvida loco.

[lordueno37]

My hair's getting really good in back. I got a bitchen Olds. That's why I had to get my khaki's pressed. Pure genius.

[Ori0n1975]

Something the ese's can cruise to. My favorite of their doo-wop stuff.

[elgrovez13]

That's exactly why I had to get my khaki's pressed!

[aeiounix]

There are plenty of these on youtube, But your's is the best. Cheers.