Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley
(slide guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (lead vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Tommy Mars
(keyboards)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Vinnie Colaiuta
(drums)
Jeff (tenor saxophone)
Marginal Chagrin (baritone saxophone)
Stumuk (bass
saxophone)
Dale Bozzio (vocals)
Al Malkin (vocals)
Craig Steward (harmonica)
After a few weeks on the bus, being porked by Toad-O's road crew, and being too exhausted to
do their laundry on a regular basis, MARY is dumped in Miami. With no money (and no other famous
rock groups due into the area for at least three weeks), she tries to pick up a few bucks by
entering the Wet T-shirt contest at The Brasserie...
Ike:
Looks to me like something
funny Is going on around here People laughin' 'n' dancin' 'n' payin' Entirely too much for their
beer And they all think they are Clean outa-site And they're ready to party 'Cause the sign outside
says it's WET T-SHIRT NITE 'N' they all crave some Hot delight Well the girls are excited Because in
a minute They're gonna get wet 'N' the boys are delighted Because all the titties Will get 'em upset
'N' they all think they are Reety-awright 'N' they're ready to boogie 'Cause the sign outside says
it's WET T-SHIRT NITE 'N' they all crave some Pink delight When the water gets on 'em Their ninnies
get rigid 'N' look pretty bold It's a common reaction That makes an attraction Whenever it's cold
'N' all of the fellas They wish they could bite On the cute little nuggets The local girls are
showin' off tonite You know I think it serves 'em right You know I think it serves 'em right You
know I think it serves 'em right You know I think it serves 'em right And it's WET T-SHIRT TIME
AGAIN I know
you want someone to show you some tit! BIG ONES! WET ONES! BIG WET ONES!
At this point, FATHER RILEY (who had been recently de-frocked for not meeting his quota, and
has grown his hair out and bought a groovy sport coat and moved to Miami and changed his name to
BUDDY JONES) steps onto the crowded bandstand in his exciting new role as a WET T-SHIRT CONTEST
EMCEE...
Buddy Jones:
Ah, thanks, IKE... Yes, it's WET T-shirt TIME AGAIN Here at
the Brasserie... Home of THE TITS...huh huh... And it's the charming Mary from Canoga Park Up next
in her bid for the semi-finals... Hi, Mary...howya doin'?
Having been fucked senseless by
the boys in the crew, MARY does not recognize the former religious personage from her nights in the
rectory basement during which she acquired her basic manual skills...confounded by his sport coat,
she replies...
Mary:
Hi!
Realizing that she no longer recognizes him...or
even appreciates the patient religious training he had given her in the past, BUDDY JONES, like a
true WET T-SHIRT EMCEE type person, proceeds to say various stupid things to waste time, making the
contest itself take longer, thereby giving the mongoloids squatting on the dance floor an
opportunity to buy more exciting beverages...liquid products that will expand their consciousnesses
to the point whereby they might more fully enjoy the ambiance of Miami By Night...
Buddy
Jones:
Where ya from?
Mary:
Ah, the bus...
Buddy Jones:
Which
one?
Mary:
You know...the last tour... You know...Leather
Buddy
Jones:
Oh...you were the girl stuck to seat 38 Phydeaux III... why don't you get in position
and take a deep breath, because this water is very, very cold, but it's goin' to be so stimulating.
And Mary's the kind of Red- Blooded American Girl who'll do anything...
Mary:
Anything...
Buddy Jones:
I said anything...for fifty bucks That's right!
Mary:
I really need the fifty bucks you know I gotta get home!
Buddy Jones:
Yeh, I know, your father is waiting for you in the tool shed...that's right, you heard right...our
big prize tonite is fifty American Dollars to the girl with the most exciting mammalian
protuberances...
Mary:
Here I am!
Buddy Jones:
...as viewed through
a thoroughly soaked, stupid looking white sort of male person's conservative kind of
middle-of-the-road COTTON UNDERGARMENT! Whoopee! And here comes THE WATER!
Mary:
EEEK!
Buddy Jones:
No, you'd squeak more if the water got on you...sounds like you
just got an ice pick in the forehead...AND HERE COMES THE ICE PICK IN THE FOREHEAD ...a million
laughs, Mary! Anyway; good golly, what a mess...she's totally soaked...yeh, totally committed to the
fifty bucks...That's it just step into the spotlight...let the guys get a good look at ya
honey!
Mary:
Here I am!
Buddy Jones:
Whaddya say, fellas? Nice setta
jugs? Now Mary, how's about shakin' it around a little...
Mary:
Ooooh!
Buddy Jones:
Oh my goodness, look at her go!
Mary:
Oooh! I'm dancing! I'm
dancing!
Buddy Jones:
Ain't this what living is really all about! Here's your fifty
bucks Mary...
