Hungry Freaks, Daddy

Mister America walk on by
Your schools that do not teach
Mister America walk on by
The minds that won't be reached
Mister America try to hide
The emptiness that's you inside
When once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of
Hungry freaks, Daddy

They won't go for no more
Great Midwestern hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say
What's on their minds
The left-behinds of the Great Society

Hungry freaks, Daddy

Mister Americaw alk on by
Your supermarket dream
Mister America walk on by
The liquor store supreme
Mister America try to hide
The product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes and then you cried
Those hungry freaks, Daddy!

They won't go for no more
Great Midwestern hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say
What's on their minds
The left-behinds of the Great Society



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Writer(s): Frank Zappa
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