Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)   George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)   Napoleon murphy brock (flute, tenor saxophone, vocals)   Chester thompson (drums)   Tom fowler (bass)   Ruth underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion)   Bloodshot rollin' red (harmonica)   Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)      She lives in mojave in a winnebago   His name is bobby, he looks like a potato      She's in love with a boy   >from the rodeo   Who pulls the rope on the chute   When they let those suckers go      He's a slobberin' drunk at the palomino   They give him thirty days in san ber'dino      Well there's forty-four men   Stashed away in tank "c"   An' there's only one shower   But it don't apply to bobby      You may think they're   Dumb an' lonely   But you're wrong   'cause their love is strong   Stacked-up hair   An' a cheap little ring   They don't care   'cause it don't mean a thing      Looka there...   They don't care      Best-est way that   They can feel-o   Out on the highway   Rollin' a wheel-o   He's her tootsie   She's for real-o   Trailer park heaven   It's a real good deal-o   Real good deal-o   Real good deal-o   Real good deal-o      The rest of their lives   In san ber'dino   Gonna spend the rest of their lives   In san ber'dino   The rest of their lives   In san ber'dino   Come on with me   Come on with me   Come on with me   Down in san ber'dino   Just 60 miles, 60 miles   Down the san ber'dino freeway   They got some dark green air   An' you can choke all day   That's right!   Gonna spend the rest of their lives   Rest of their lives   Rest of their lives      Say now   Ain't talkin' 'bout fontana   Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh   Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh   Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh   Ain't talkin' 'bout the redlands, no no   Zulch is the auto works   I'm telling you   That's where they take   All the cars that they hurt   Come on and let's all go down to san ber'dino   Ooo-ooo   Ooo-ooo   Ooo-ooo   Let's-a go down down down   Down in san ber'dino   Wouldja b'lieve it   San ber'dino   San ber'dino   (got to call it)   San ber'dino   (c'mere)   San ber'dino   Etc., etc., etc.   The rest of their lives   In san ber'dino      Oh bobby, I'm sorry you gotta head like a potato   I really am