Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)

Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)

Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals)

Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)

Ed Mann (percussion)

Walt Fowler (trumpet)

Bruce Fowler (trombone)

Paul Carman (alto saxophone)

Albert Wing (tenor saxophone)

Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone)

Scott Thunes (bass)

Chad Wackerman (drums)

Eric Buxton (vocals)

They got lies so big

They don't make a noise

They tell 'em so well

Like a secret disease

That makes you go numb


With a big ol' lie

And a flag and a pie

And a mom and a bible

Most folks are just liable

To buy any line

Any place, any time


When the lie's so big

As in Robertson's case,

(That sinister face

Behind all the Jesus hurrah)


Could result in the end

To a worrisome trend

In which every American

Not "born again"

Could be punished in cruel and unusual ways

By this treacherous cretin

Who tells everyone

That he's Jesus' best friend


When the lie's so big

And the fog gets so thick

And the facts disappear

The Republican Trick

Can be played out again

People, please tell me when

We'll be rid of these men!


Just who do they really

Suppose that they are?

And how did they manage to travel as far

As they seem to have come?

Were we really that dumb?


People, wake up

Figure it out

Religious fanatics

Around and about

The Court House, The State House,

The Congress, The White House


Criminal saints

With a "Heavenly Mission" --

A nation enraptured

By pure superstition


When the lie's so big

And the fog gets so thick

And the facts disappear

The Republican Trick

Can be played out again

People, please tell me when

We'll be rid of these men!