Concentration Moon, over the camp in the valley Concentration Moon, wish I was back in the alley With all of my friends, still running free Hair growing out every hole in me American way, how did it start? Thousands of creeps killed in the park American way, try and explain Scab of a nation, driven insane Don't cry Gotta go bye-bye Suddenly die-die Cop kill a creep, pow-pow-pow Tomorrow, I get to do another Frank Zappa creation And the day after that, and the day after that Also, at the same time I get to work with The Velvet Underground Which is as shitty a group as Frank Zappa's group Hi, boys and girls I'm Jimmy Carl Black, and I'm the Indian of the group Concentration Moon, over the camp in the valley Concentration Moon, wish I was back in the alley With all of my friends, still running free Hair growing out every hole in me American way, threatened by us Drag a few creeps away in a bus American way, prisoner-lock Smash every creep in the face with a rock Don't cry Gotta go bye-bye Suddenly die-die Cop kill a creep, pow-pow-pow