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