I think even Frank himself had a love/hate relationship with Frank Zappa. We all do. The Flo & Eddie years suck, and then ya get into Bwana Dik or Mud Shark and realize it's not so bad. Or hear Sharleena. I hate the guitar albums (including Shut Up....) but what can I say it's Frank, doing what he does. That's fine, I just will not buy it any longer. What I will buy, and did so recently, is a restored Ruben & The Jets, doo-wop and all. No no no no no no no no no. That passes for lyrics in FZ's world.
Think about it, all of the grand moments Frank has given us...all those poor people inhabiting the FZ universe, I don't care if it's Suzy Creamcheese or poor Bobby with a head like a potato or some Mammy Nun or Father O'Blivion ripping through his sock or an Orange County Lumber Truck, or Tank C in San Berdino, or that guy eating the trotters and the snouts down in the dungeon of despair, or I guess even Bobby Brown who can take about an hour on the tower of power, as long as he gets a little golden shower, or that Goblin Girl, or them folks in France (that's where it's located...uh huh).
Think about it. Electric Aunt Jemima. Ronnie and Kenny. That Fine Girl, who gets up in the morning and goes down in the evening. She's Easy Meat.
Steamroller! Regardless, we'll all end up working in a gas station.
Sad to say, I don't even have to look at the albums or listen to the songs to quote this stuff. It's all love hate, and if ya gonna have a relationship with FZ ya'd best get used to it. I have.