Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)   Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)   Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)   Peter wolf (keyboards)   Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)   Ed mann (percussion)   Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)   Vinnie colaiuta (drums)      Your ethos   Your pathos   Your porthos   Your aramis   Your brut cologne   You're writing home   You are hopeless   Your hopelessness   Is rising around you, rising around you   You like it   It gives you something to do   In the day time   Hey buddy, you need a hobby   You are tired of moving forward   You think of the future   And secretly you piddle your pants   The puddle of piddle   Which used to be little   Is rising around you, rising around you   You like it   It gives you something to do   In the night time      Oh well, you travel to bars   You also go to winchell's doughnuts   And hang out with the highway patrol   Sometimes you'll go to a pizza place   You go to shakey's to get that   American kind of pizza   That has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow   Kind of cheese on the top...   Maybe you'll go to straw hat pizza,   To get all those artificial ingredients   That never belonged on a pizza in the first place   (but the white people really like it...)   Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anything   Oh you'll give me your underpants   I hope these aren't yours, buddy...   They're very nice, though   You go to santa monica boulevard,   You go to the blue parrot   No problem, you'll go anyplace   You'll do anything   Just so you can hang out with the others   The others just like you   Afraid of the future   (death valley days straight ahead)   The future is scary   (yes it sure is)   Well, the puddle is rising   It smells like the ocean   A body of water to isolate england   And also reseda   The oil in patches   All over atlantis, atlantis   You remember atlantis   Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat   Used to sing to you about atlantis   You loved it, you were so involved then   That's back in the days when you used to   Smoke a banana   You would scrape the stuff off the middle   You would bake it   You would smoke it   You even thought you was getting ripped from it   No problem   Woop! atlantis, they could really get down there   The plankton, the krill   The giant underwater pyramid, the squid decor   Excuse me, todd   The big ol' giant underwater door   The dome, the bubbles, the blue light   Light, light, light, light   Light, light, light, light   Blue light blue light   The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins   Your ethos, your porthos,   Your flag pole, your port hole   Your language   You're frightened   The future   Your lang...   You can't even speak your own fucking language   You can't read it anymore   You can't write it anymore   Your language   The future of your language   Your meat loaf   Don't let your meat loaf   Heh, heh, heh   Your micro-nanette   Heh   Your brut   Cologne