This says more about the honkies than the darkies, Fnord. I think the guy showed remarkable restraint.

fnord wrote:

White/kneegrow animal relationships tend to be their own well-deserved punishment for the mentally ill Whites who engage in them.  These two bitches are obviously fucked up trash, and the kneegrow buck had apparently made the life of the mudshark with the crappy blonde dye job miserable for six months.  The buck had hit her on at least one occasion, and was probably sponging off of her the whole time they were together.  Ms. Trashy Dye-Job wanted to record him hitting her in the belief she could get him put in Kneegrow College for a bit of corrective anal rape.

Possibly so, but you're a fag so who cares what you think.

Fillmore East, June 1971
"The Mud Shark" is track #7 on the album Fillmore East, June 1971.

Frank zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
Jim pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don preston (mini-moog)

FZ: That's right, you heard right, the Secret Word for tonight is Mud Shark! And of course with the Mud Shark Secret Word is the Mud Shark Arpeggio . . . a marvellous little arpeggio, and now the mating call of the adult male Mud Shark . . .

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: THE MUD SHARK DANCING LESSON!

Mud Sh-sh-shark

Mark: Wait a minute . . . we're gonna do a little dancing . . . a little dancing thing called the Mud Shark . . . Now, this dance started up in Seattle
Howard: Yes . . .
Mark: The story . . .
FZ: Lemme tell you the story 'bout the Mud Shark . . .

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: Bring the band on down behind me, boys . . .
Howard: Say! Good God! Ain't it funky! Say!
FZ: The origins of the Mud Shark are as follows . . .

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: There's a motel in Seattle, Washington, called the Edgewater Inn . . . The Edgewater Inn is built out on a pier . . . so that means that when you look out your window you don't see any dirt, it's . . . got a bay or something out in your backyard . . .

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: And to make it even more interesting, in the lobby of the aforementioned motel there's a bait and tackle shop where the residents can go down and, whenever they want to, rent a fishing pole and some preserved minnows and schlep back up to their rooms, open the window, stick their little pole outside and within a few minutes actually catch a fish of some sort that they can bring into their motel room and do whatever they want with it, you know what I mean?

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: Now in this bay there's quite a variety of . . . fish!

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: Not only do they have mud sharks up there, they got little octopusses that you can catch

Fish!
Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: And all of these denizens of the deep can come in real handy . . .

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: Let's say you were a travelling Rock and Roll band called The Vanilla Fudge . . . let's say one night you checked into the Edgewater Inn with an 8mm movie camera . . .

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: Enough money to rent a pole, and just to make it more interesting . . .

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: A succulent young lady!
Howard: Nooo!
FZ: With a taste for the bizarre . . .

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: My mind drifts back . . . to a meeting, a chance meeting in the Chicago O'Hare Airport . . .

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: Where the members of The Vanilla Fudge told Don Preston about a home movie they made at the Edgewater Inn . . . with a mud shark!

Mud Sh-sh-shark

FZ: And I'm gonna tell you, this dance, the Mud Shark, is sweeping the ocean!

Hey! Mud Sh-sh-shark

Mark: Ah, we're goin'! Go 'head! Ah, we're goin'! Now we're gonna go out, somehow! Come one!

Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby

Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
(Now show 'em what they do with the Mud Shark!)
Out
You go out
(Now show 'em what they do with the Mud Shark!)
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Hey!
Out
You go out
(Catch the Mud Shark)
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby

Banjo wrote:

mudshark

I've come to the conclusion that white people aren't any more racist than anyone else. What we do excel at (and therefore catch the most shit) is coming up with the funniest derogatory names EVER!

Obviously, you haven't seen this.

I just discovered this days ago.

As for the Zappa song, I thought the origin of the story involved Led Zeppelin...

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Sascrotch wrote:

Banjo wrote:

I've come to the conclusion that white people aren't any more racist than anyone else.

Far less than some, actually. Some Japanese think blacks are literally some sort of lower primate that lost its fur.

What we do excel at (and therefore catch the most shit) is coming up with the funniest derogatory names EVER!

Not too mention the most devastating. I've come to believe that if the various non-white races could up their game in the insults department, they'd probably be a little less butt-hurt when it comes to this sort of thing.

"Hey, porch monkey!"
"Why you...you CRACKER!"
"Bwahahaha! Ritz or saltine?"
"I'mma cut yo' ass, bitch!"

As Louis CK has pointed out, what can you call a white guy that's going to hurt his feelings?

Sascrotch wrote:

Baywolfe wrote:

As Louis CK has pointed out, what can you call a white guy that's going to hurt his feelings?

"At greater risk for skin cancer?"

Father-in-law?