Hungry Freaks, Daddy

Mr. America, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. America, walk on by the minds that won't be reached
Mr. America try to hide the emptiness that's you inside

But 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 on four no more
Great mid-western 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!

Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. America, walk on by the liquor store supreme
Mr. 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 on four no more
Great mid-western 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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