Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)   Steve vai (guitar)   Johnny "guitar" watson (guitar, vocals)   Ike willis (guitar, vocals)   Ray white (guitar, vocals)   Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals)   Tommy mars (keyboards)   Scott thunes (bass)   Chad wackerman (drums)   Ed mann (percussion)      Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again   Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again      They took a whole bunch of acid   So they could see where it's at   (it's over there, over there,   Over there, over there   And underneath also)   They lived on a whole bunch of nothing   They thought they looked very good   They'd never ever worry   They were always in a hurry   To convince themselves that what they were   Was really very groovy   Yes, they believed in all the papers   And the magazines that defined their folklore   They could never laugh   At who or what they thought they were   Or even what they thought   They sorta oughta be   They were totally empty   (totally empty)   And their lives were really useless   So what the fuck?    They didn't have no sense of humor   Now they got nothing left   To laugh about   Including themselves      Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again   Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again      They were mellow   They were yellow   They were wearing smelly blankets   They looked like donovan fans   They walkin' 'round   With stupid flowers   In they hair and everywhere   They tried to stuff 'em up the guns   Of all the cops   And other servants of the law   Who tried to push 'em around   And later moved 'em down   But they were full of all that shit   That they believed in   So what the fuck?    (what the fuck? )   Now I've seen 'em tightenin' up they headbands   On the weekend   And they get loaded   When they came to town   They walked around in greenwich village   To buy posters they could hang up   In them smelly little secret   Black light bedrooms   On long island   Singin': "jimi come back!"   Now come back and regulate the boy's fuzz-tone   Your haze was so purple   It caused your axis to be bold as love   Now jimi (feed back) gimme some feedback   Come back and feed back on my knapsack   You can feed back the fuzz tone from your wah-wah   While you bend down   And set your stuff on fire      Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again   Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again      We can turn it around   We can do it again   We can go back in time   Through the canyons of your mind   On the eve of destruction   We can act like we are   Something really special   You just jump in the bath-tub   With that other guy jim   And make him be more careful   We can visit big mama   And wrap her on the back   When she eats her sandwich   (la la la la)   We can take care of janis   When she gets so depressed   She can't take it no more   We can laugh at keith moon's jokes   (ha ha ha ha ha)   And the colour tv   (ha ha)   He threw out the windum   From the second floor   Everybody come back   No one can do it like you used to   If you listen to the radio   And what they play today   You can tell right away:   All those assholes really need you!   Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again   Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again      Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again   Turn and turn   Turn and turn   We're turning again