Smell My Beard

FZ:
Now the sound that you hear in the background right now, is
 the sound caused by George Duke, agitating two metal 
insignias. These are badges that he removed from a coupla 
boogers that Marty tried to palm off on him in the last 
town that we was in. Actually theyre booger pasties and 
he's hitting the booger pasty with a little stick to get a 
very interesting musical effect, you know he does this 
every night. And sometimes he becomes so overwrought, so 
excited by the fact that he's actually touching a piece of 
metal that might have at one time come in contact with the 
actual flesh of a booger bear. And so sometimes he misses 
it.

George:
Oh, Lord have mercy . . .

FZ:
And he hits his thumb and he hurts hisself. Yes it hurts 
very much, but he likes pain. We can tell that he likes 
pain because he's in this group.

George:
But, but, its very close to other things . . .

FZ:
Yes but later that night after George was finished fondling
 the booger pasty, a thought came to his mind, how, how can
 I possibly get any nook tonight in (pasege ?) if I don't 
put this thing down and play the piano and get funky for 
these people. And so George, as you say in your language, 
took it away . . .

George:
But before we get funky, the continuing stories of . . .

Napoleon:
Moontrick . . .

George:
No, this aint moontrick this time, we go to moontrick next 
show. This is the continuing stories of the boogers of 
Marty Perellis. Do you all know who he is? There he is. Hes
 got a white shirt on an a . . .

FZ:
Your two-hunderd and fifty closest relatives, the Mothers 
of Invention . . .

George:
Yes, anyway, he was in my room. I invited some people over.
 Young ladies. They looked interesting. Their names shall 
go unmentioned.

FZ:
The reason they looked interesting is because they 
apparently were intelligent enough to dress themselves.

George:
Anyway what was happening was . . . nothing. Ha ha, wasnt 
nothing happening. So I said Lets get this party on the 
road. I said lemme call the roadmanager. I said whats your 
name. Mighty Perellis come down here and meet Miss Cool, 
Miss Dew & Miss eh, Miss Stool. So we, so Marty got in 
there and he was there about five minutes and all of a 
sudden I began to hear other things. I said what you doing 
over there? I said I never heard nobody do that king of 
thing before. I said come out of that corner, whats wrong 
with you, so he comissed it. We were all asking: Men what 
youre doing over there?

FZ:
Really whipping it, just whipping it into a frenzy.

George:
All of a sudden he was gone. I look around and Marty had 
took the Booger out of his room. I said: Where you going? 

He went down to his room which was room 33. An hour later I
 went to his room. I knocked on his door. I said: What you 
doin? He said . . . I said: Say that again. I said: Ho ho. 
It was late. We had an eight o clock wake up. You all know 
what that is. Eight o clock wake up, eight o clock wake up,
 eight o clock wake up, eight o clock wake up, eight o 
clock wake up, eight o clock wake up ahrrrrrr. So Marty 
came out in the hall and looked in the pool and he said, 
can I say this? He said: Smell my beard. I said: You must 
be crazy.

Napoleon:
I had to smell it . . .

George:
Show, how ywas walking Marty. And he said: Smell my beard. 
I said: I aint gonna smell nothing. Napoleon said: Ill . . 
.

Napoleon:
Check it out, I told you, check it out, make sure . . .

George:
Anyway if you wanna hear . . .

Napoleon:
You know what it smell like . . .

FZ:
Marty's odor.

George:
Come to the next show for the continuing stories of

Napoleon:
Marty's odor

George:
Marty's trick. But for now we go to . . .

See also comments to track 10 "Let's Move To Cleveland 

Solos".