Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)   Captain beefheart (harp, vocals)   George duke (keyboards, vocals)   Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)   Bruce fowler (trombone)   Tom fowler (bass)   Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)   Terry bozzio (drums)      While we're at it, we have a sort of a cowboy song we'd like to do for ya. this is a song that deals with the rapidly approaching 200th birthday of the united states of america, ladies and gentl   This is a song that warns you in advance, that next year, everybody is gonna try and sell you things that maybe you shouldn't ought to buy, and not only that, they've been planning it for years   Name of this song is (pardon me), poofters froth, wyoming, plans ahead.      Poofters froth, wyoming,   March eleven sixty-seven   Take a letter, miss abetter   As our pigeons will be homin'.      To our jobbers in dakota   And to merwyn, minnesota   This is merely just a note about   Performance to our quota      Well, we've all come out to show dem,   And the elks have helped us   Load 'em   Little packets full of jackets   Little rackets, little rackets      Little poofter-cloth appointments   Little pofter's froth anointments   Little hoods, little goods   Little doo-dads from the woods      The entire stock is shipping   Oh our shod is hardly slipping   To the markets of the world   Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled!      T-shirt racks, rubber snacks,   Poster rolls with matching tacks   Yes, a special beer for sports   (and paper cups that hold two quarts)      Everything a nation needs   For making hoopla while it feeds   The trash compactors, small reactors,   Mowers, blowers, throwers & the glowers:      This is buy-cent-any-all salute(hyulk!)   Two hundred years have gone ka-poot!   Ah but we have been astute!   Signed: anon. - wyo. galoot!