THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW    
		         -«Planet Schmanet»-



       c d e    F5/F5/E5/D5/D5/E5 ...etc

Frank.		I’ll tell you once; I won’t tell you twice.
		You’d better wise up, Janet Weiss. 
		Your apple pie don’t taste too nice.
		You’d better wise up, Janet Weiss.

		C5		       F5
		I’ve laid the seed; it should be all you need.
		D5
		You’re as sensual as a pencil; 
		Wound up like an 'E' or first string.
		Bb5			       C5
		When we made it, did ya hear a bell ring? 

		F5/F5/E5/D5/D5/E5 ...etc
		You got a block? Well, take my advice.
		You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss.
		C5	       F5
		The transducer will seduce yah.
5
		D5/a
Janet.		My feet!... I can’t move my feet!
Dr. Scott.	My wheels!... My God, I can’t move my wheels!
Brad.		It’s as if we’re glued to the spot! 
Frank.		You are - so quake with fear, you tiny fools!
Janet.		We’re trapped!
Frank.		It’s something you’ll get used to. 
		Bb5			  C5
		A mental mind fuck can be nice.

		F5/F5/E5/D5/D5/E5 ...etc
Dr. Scott.	You won’t find earth people 
		quite the easy mark you imagine. 
		This sonic transducer... it is, 
		I suppose, some kind of 
		audio-vibratory physio-molecular 
		transport device...

Brad.		You mean... 

Dr. Scott.	Yes, Brad, it’s something we ourselves 
		have been working on for quite some time. 
		But it seems our friend here has found 
		a means of perfecting it. A device which 
		is capable of breaking down solid matter 
		and then projecting it through space and, 
		who knows, perhaps even time itself. 

Janet.		You mean he’s gonna send us to another planet?

		F5	D5	  F5 D5
Frank.		Planet, Schmanet, Janet!
		F5/F5/E5/D5/D5/E5 ...etc
		You better wise up, Janet Weiss. 
		You better wise up, build your thighs up,
		You better wise up...

Narrator.	And then she cried out...
		C5
Janet.		Sto-o-o-o-o-p! 

		Bb		  C
Frank.		Don’t get hot and flustered! 
		F
		Use a bit of mustard.

		         Bb
Brad.		You’re a hot dog, 
			  C
		but you'd better not 
		       F
		try to hurt her, Frank Furter.

			 Bb
Dr. Scott.	You’re a hot dog, 
			  C
		but you'd better not 
		       F
		try to hurt her, Frank Furter.

			 Bb
Janet.		You’re a hot dog...


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1973, Music and Lyrics by Richard O'Brien
1995, Chords are prepared by Sunci Nikolic (sunci@world.ch)