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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre lewis (background vocals)
Randy thornton (background vocals)
Davey moire (background vocals)
David ocker (clarinet)

Many well-dressed people
In several locations
Are kissing quite a bit
Later in the evening
Leaves will fall
Tears will flow
Wind will blow
Some rain; some snow
A fireplace maybe
A kiss or two
And down they'll go
But that's the way it goes sometimes
You just might find yourself in the clutches of some
Wild love

Mama stroked his dinger
Daddy got a stinky finger
In those days of long ago
Later in the evening
She'd complain
They'd refrain
He'd go home and hone his bone
A tragic case maybe
But also true
I'm sure you know
But that's the way it goes sometimes
You just might find yourself in the clutches of some
Wild love

Now'days you get dressed up
'n' later you get messed up
But still you're pretty hip
Later in the evening
You'll explain
She'll remain
You're real modern
She's the same
A frantic pace maybe
But who's to say
Where it will go
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)   Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)   Peter wolf (keyboards)   Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals)   Terry bozzio (drums, vocals)   Ed mann (percussion, vocals)   Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals)   Andre lewis (background vocals)   Randy thornton (background vocals)   Davey moire (background vocals)   David ocker (clarinet)      Many well-dressed people   In several locations   Are kissing quite a bit   Later in the evening   Leaves will fall   Tears will flow   Wind will blow   Some rain; some snow   A fireplace maybe   A kiss or two   And down they'll go   But that's the way it goes sometimes   You just might find yourself in the clutches of some   Wild love      Mama stroked his dinger   Daddy got a stinky finger   In those days of long ago   Later in the evening   She'd complain   They'd refrain   He'd go home and hone his bone   A tragic case maybe   But also true   I'm sure you know   But that's the way it goes sometimes   You just might find yourself in the clutches of some   Wild love      Now'days you get dressed up   'n' later you get messed up   But still you're pretty hip   Later in the evening   You'll explain   She'll remain   You're real modern   She's the same   A frantic pace maybe   But who's to say   Where it will go