Steve Vai’s song Fuck Yourself, from his Flex-Able Leftovers album (1984, 1998), always surprises me. The whole album is a precious jewel; it is something unique. It is Zappa’s musical style filtered by Vai’s better musical taste and greater musical technique. Vai has composed better albums (v.g. Passion & Warfare, Fire Garden, The Ultra Zone), but he has not shown more freshness and boldness than in this album. It is the music of a young maverick, his opera prima. It unites Zappa’s artistic freedom to Vai’s great musicianship. Do not miss the guitar solo at the end of the lyrics.
Warning: these lyrics are pretty coarse and are not intended to be read by children or anyone easily offended by written words. You’ve been warned. ~Steve Vai, at www.vai.com.
Fuck
yourself with a rubber hose
Stuff it in your mouth and down your throat
Up your nose or in your heinie hole
I don’t care where it goes
And it don’t matter if you’re straight or gay
You should fuck yourself anyway
Now, you don’t have to listen to a word I say
But if I know you, you’ll be humpin’ away
Fuck yourself with your neighbor’s nose
If you can’t use that, use a 10-foot pole
Stick it up your ass and go for a stroll
Everyone will know you’ve been to this show
If you can’t take it, eat my stool
Masturbate with some crazy glue
I don’t care what you do
Fuck yourself with a garden tool
Fuck yourself with politics
Man, they’re so full of fuckin’ fuckin’ shit
You know we’ve been lied to ever since we were born
It’s amazing that we’ve been getting fucked that long
Fuck yourself with the world wide web
Man, you could ride that sucker right from your bed
You may even meet a Tom, Dick, Jane or a Billy
Then grab onto your modem and fuck yourself silly
Fuck yourself with your heart and soul
Give it everything you got, hey, I’m talkin’ to yo
If you can’t even fuck yourself,
How ya gonna fuck someone else?
Fuck yourself with my microphone
I’ll give it to you later when we’re all alone
We can turn it up loud
And see if you come, but
Don’t get your jizz on my microphone
Fuck yourself with organized religion
Now there is some seriously sinnin’ business
If the Lord sees their pathetic crimes
He’ll be fuckin’ them ’til the end of time
And can someone explain to me this racist crap?
I know it isn’t white, but it isn’t black
And for all those of you people who only see things your way
Well, you can suck my dick and take all day
Fuck your nose with a pound of blow
Watch your money get up and go
but when you burnt your brain and you say
I don’t know!
I hate to tell you but I told you so
Fuck yourself with the grunge rock noise
Stuff those albums in your groin
They come down on me because I know how to play–
Hey… fuck you!
Fuck yourself with a copy of Rolling Stone
Or are they too holy for your holiest of holes
Now those people think they’re holier than Moses
But aren’t they just a bunch of fuckin’ posers
Fuck yourself with your mother’s jewelry
Hey!, I won’t tell, I ain’t a stooly
If you pounce hard enough you’ll cough up a ruby
Your blood will be rich and so will your doodie
Fuck yourself with the latest fashion
Your spikes and your hair and those cute little buttons
And if you happen to have some leather and lace
Fuck yourself ’til you’re blue in the face
Fuck yourself with your income tax
They’re fucking you and that’s a fact
Before you know it your money’s all spent
And you’ve just been fucked by the government
Fuck yourself with your lawyer friend
You’re the only one that’s getting fucked in the end
I have been so fucked by legal bills
that my asshole is the size of Beverly Hills
Fuck yourself with your full-length sweater
With your minks and your diamonds, with your Irish Setter
Your cash and your trash and your sinks and your drinks
Just fuck yourself ’til you can’t even think
Those of you who enjoy this song
Well, thank you thank you, I love you
Let’s get it on
But for those of you who are totally outraged
Fuck yourself with your face.
Stuff it in your mouth and down your throat
Up your nose or in your heinie hole
I don’t care where it goes
And it don’t matter if you’re straight or gay
You should fuck yourself anyway
Now, you don’t have to listen to a word I say
But if I know you, you’ll be humpin’ away
Fuck yourself with your neighbor’s nose
If you can’t use that, use a 10-foot pole
Stick it up your ass and go for a stroll
Everyone will know you’ve been to this show
If you can’t take it, eat my stool
Masturbate with some crazy glue
I don’t care what you do
Fuck yourself with a garden tool
Fuck yourself with politics
Man, they’re so full of fuckin’ fuckin’ shit
You know we’ve been lied to ever since we were born
It’s amazing that we’ve been getting fucked that long
Fuck yourself with the world wide web
Man, you could ride that sucker right from your bed
You may even meet a Tom, Dick, Jane or a Billy
Then grab onto your modem and fuck yourself silly
Fuck yourself with your heart and soul
Give it everything you got, hey, I’m talkin’ to yo
If you can’t even fuck yourself,
How ya gonna fuck someone else?
Fuck yourself with my microphone
I’ll give it to you later when we’re all alone
We can turn it up loud
And see if you come, but
Don’t get your jizz on my microphone
Fuck yourself with organized religion
Now there is some seriously sinnin’ business
If the Lord sees their pathetic crimes
He’ll be fuckin’ them ’til the end of time
And can someone explain to me this racist crap?
I know it isn’t white, but it isn’t black
And for all those of you people who only see things your way
Well, you can suck my dick and take all day
Fuck your nose with a pound of blow
Watch your money get up and go
but when you burnt your brain and you say
I don’t know!
I hate to tell you but I told you so
Fuck yourself with the grunge rock noise
Stuff those albums in your groin
They come down on me because I know how to play–
Hey… fuck you!
Fuck yourself with a copy of Rolling Stone
Or are they too holy for your holiest of holes
Now those people think they’re holier than Moses
But aren’t they just a bunch of fuckin’ posers
Fuck yourself with your mother’s jewelry
Hey!, I won’t tell, I ain’t a stooly
If you pounce hard enough you’ll cough up a ruby
Your blood will be rich and so will your doodie
Fuck yourself with the latest fashion
Your spikes and your hair and those cute little buttons
And if you happen to have some leather and lace
Fuck yourself ’til you’re blue in the face
Fuck yourself with your income tax
They’re fucking you and that’s a fact
Before you know it your money’s all spent
And you’ve just been fucked by the government
Fuck yourself with your lawyer friend
You’re the only one that’s getting fucked in the end
I have been so fucked by legal bills
that my asshole is the size of Beverly Hills
Fuck yourself with your full-length sweater
With your minks and your diamonds, with your Irish Setter
Your cash and your trash and your sinks and your drinks
Just fuck yourself ’til you can’t even think
Those of you who enjoy this song
Well, thank you thank you, I love you
Let’s get it on
But for those of you who are totally outraged
Fuck yourself with your face.
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