There's No Lust In Jazz - Frank Zappa & the Mothers

?: Okay, it's, uh, just about time, you guys, what d'you say? 
?: [...] 
?: Uh . . . 
?: One? 
?: Rolling? 
?: Rolling . . . Frank is rolling 
?: Rolling? It's rolling . . . ? 
?: One! 
?: Test two 
?: Test . . . three 
?: Oh, now this is what I call brotherly love
?: Man, chics are really harm, man. Now there are tits 
?: Hey you're taking between that baby [...] 
Aaaaah . . . 
?: No stopping! 
?: Oh, I'm telling you . . . 
?: There is a chic where I'm hung 
?: Oh yes . . . And she enjoys every moment 
?: She wants you Dick 
?: She's waiting for your big . . . 
?: Now listen 
?: Bwana? 
?: She said give me the guy with the throb 
AAH! 
?: Oh . . . really? 
?: Okay, enough 
?: What can you say? 
?: See you later 
?: See, this is what happens when you join up a rock group, George, get off that jazz syndrome . . . there's no lust in jazz