Lyrics:
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)Ray White (guitar, vocals)Steve Vai (guitar)Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)Ed Mann (percussion)Scott Thunes (bass)Chad Wackerman (drums)Do you see what they areDo you hear what they sayPeople it is sad but trueThey're dressed really stupidBut they think they're O.K.And they got no use for youThe dead girls of LondonWhy do they act that way?Maybe it's the water, mamaMaybe it's the teaMaybe it's the way they was raisedMaybe it's the stuff what they read in the papersKeeps them lookin' sorta half in a dazeWell the dead girls of LondonWhy do they act that way?We're the dead girls of LondonWe thinks we are fineWe ain't hittin' on nothin'But the boutique frame of mindYou see 'em dancing at the disco every nightLike a bunch of little robot queensMaking little noises full of fake delightBut they're really just so full of beansThe dead girls of LondonWhy do they act that way?We're the dead girls of LondonWe thinks we are fineWe ain't hittin' on nothin'But the boutique frame of mindBoutique frame of mindGee I like your pantsBoutique frame of mindGee I like your pantsBoutique frame of mindGee I like your pants