Album: Just Another Band From L.A.
Hot damn! I love this song and you will too after I'm through with it. Whoa. That was a bold statement. But when you combine vegetables with orgasmic frenzy, I'll be as bold as I damn well please! So, it starts off pretty dramatic with swaying "Ohh la la la la"s and...jesus, how do I try to describe this. Imagine, if you will, an operatic fellow who suffers a severe blow to the head and awakens with a yearning to rock like nobody's ever rocked before. Who's that famous guy who sings Tenor. Fonzarelli? Guadalupe? Fabioducci? Just visualize him up on stage wearing tight leather pants spewing saliva all over the front row. After all that settles down, we have another part that kind of mellows out, but not for long. There's this nice pretty sounding buildup that soon becomes possesed with Zappa's guitar preachings. All of a sudden our cute little cherub of a sidekick becomes a whip wielding succubus ready to seduce you into her lair of naughtyness. Are you fool enough to deny her wishes? "Call and they'll come to you. Covered with dew, vegetables dream, of responding to you."
