Hungry Freaks, Daddy (Zappa Frank)

Mister America Walk on by Your schools that do not teach Mister America Walk on by The minds that won't be reached Mister America Try to hide The emptiness that's you inside When once you find that the way you lied And all the corny tricks you tried Will not forestall the rising tide of Hungry freaks, Daddy . . . They won't go For no more Great mid-western hardware store Philosophy that turns away From those who aren't afraid to say What's on their minds (The left-behinds of the Great Society) Hungry freaks, Daddy . . . Mister America Walk on by Your supermarket dream Mister America Walk on by The liquor store supreme Mister America Try to hide The product of your savage pride The useful minds that it denied The day you shrugged and stepped aside You saw their clothes and then you cried: THOSE HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY! They won't go For no more Great mid-western hardware store Philosophy that turns away From those who aren't afraid to say What's on their minds (The left-behinds of the Great Society)