Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)   Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Eddie Jobson (keyboards, violin, vocals)   Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals)   Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals)   Ruth Underwood (percussion, synthesizer)   Don Pardo (vocals)   David Samuels (vibes)   Randy Brecker (trumpet)   Mike Brecker (tenor saxophone, flute)   Lou Marini (alto saxophone, flute)   Ronnie Cuber (baritone saxophone, clarinet)   Tom Malone (trombone, trumpet, piccolo)   John Bergamo (percussion over-dub)   Ed Mann (percussion over-dub)   Louanne Neil (osmotic harp over-dub)      Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a man like me    Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a man like me       He was the Playboy Type (he smoke a pipe)    His fav'rite phrase was "OUTA-SITE!"    He had an Irish Setter       It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night    The moon was dim, the band was tight    They did the bump together       What a splendid sight,(Ren-nen-nen-nen) her teeth were white    The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite)    He was glad that he met her       She was an office girl ("My name is Betty")    Her fav'rite group was HELEN REDDY    (They discussed the weather)       Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a man like me    Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a man like me       Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a    Baby don't you want a    Baby don't you want a man       She was the lonely sort, just a little too short    Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite sport    Was hockey (in the winter)       He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest    Any sport with a PUCK had to be 'bout the best    As he jabbed his elbow in her ("Get it honey? Get it?")       Later on they went off to where the music was soft,    The candles were drippy, they saw a REAL HIPPY    Who delivered their dinner       The rice was brown, and soon they found    That the crowd around that had jammed the room,    Well it seemed to be getting thinner       Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a man like me    Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a man like me    Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a    Baby don't you want a    Baby don't you want a man       He took her home to a motor court    She wouldn't kiss him, he tried to ignore it,    But it made him angry!    angry, it made me angry, it made me so angry I could have killed that    lousy BITCH!)       He called her a slut, a pig and a whore    A bitch and a cunt and she slammed the door    In a petulant frenzy!    (A petulant frenzy, this is a petulant frenzy.    I'm petulant, and I'm having a frenzy)       On the sofa she weeps    BOO HOO HOO HOO    She weeps and she weeps    BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO    She weeps and she peeks    Through the curtain       He just got in his car    But the battery's dead    So he asks to use the phone    And she gives him some head    And that's the end of the story       Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a man like me    Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a man like me    Honey honey, hey    Baby don't you want a    Baby don't you want a man    Baby don't you want a man sometimes?