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)      Hey! do you know what you are?    You're an asshole! an asshole!      Some of you might not agree   'cause you probably likes a lot of misery   But think a while and you will see...   Broken hearts are for assholes   Broken hearts are for assholes   Are you an asshole?    Broken hearts are for assholes   Are you an asshole too?    Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole...      Maybe you think you're a lonely guy   Maybe you think you're too tough to cry   So you went to the grape,   Just to give it a try   And dagmar   Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life   Was his name...   One two three four!   The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his   Pancake make-up   And yet he was a beautiful lady   Nearly drove you insane   Let's talk about leather: leatherrrrrr   And so you kissed a little sailor   Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton production:   Who had just blew in from spain   Sir richard pump-a-loaf   You sniffed the reeking buns of angel   The story of a demented bread-boffer   And acted like it was cocaine   Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf   You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of ko-ko   Then on tuesday night, ceasar's back in town   In a way you can't explain   Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match   With kona.   And so you worked the wall with michael   Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of samoan dynamite   Which gave your back an awful strain   Volcanic hell   But you came back on sunday for the gong show   Next thursday, teen town's finest...   But you forgot what I was sayin'   'cause you're an asshole, you're an asshole   That's right   You're an asshole, you're an asshole   Yes, yes   You're an asshole, you're an asshole   That's right   You're an asshole, you're an asshole      Now you been to the grape 'n' you been to the chest   'n' now I think you know what you are: you're an asshole      You say you can't live with what you been through   Well, ladies you can be an asshole too   You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you,   But don't fool yerself girl   It's lookin' at you   Don't fool yerself girl   It's winkin' at you   Don't fool yerself girl   It's blinkin' at you   That's why I say   I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it   Ram it up yer poop chute   Corn hole   Ram it, ram it, ram it   Ram it up yer poop chute   Fist fuck   Ram it, ram it, ram it   Ram it up yer poop chute   Wrist-watch; crisco   Ram it, ram it, ram it   Ram it up yer poop chute   Pud!      Don't fool yerself, girl   It's goin' right up yer poop chute   Don't fool yerself, girl   It's goin' right up yer poop chute   (etc., repeats)      Aw, I knew you'd be surprised...