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Beat the boots I - Saarbrücken 1978 | |
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All compositions by Frank Zappa. |
1. Dancin’ fool |
[FZ] The name of this song is “Dancin’ fool”. One, two, three, four. |
I don’t know much about dancin’, that’s why I got this song |
One of my legs is shorter than the other ▶ an’ both my feet’s too long |
‘Course now right along with ‘em, I got no natural rhythm |
But I go dancin’ every night, hopin’ one day I might get it right |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
Dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
Dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
I hear that beat, I jump outta my seat, but I can’t compete |
‘Cause I’m a… dancin’ fool |
Dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
The disco folks all dressed up like they’s fit to kill |
I walk on in an’ see ‘em there gonna give them all a thrill |
When they see me comin’ they all steps aside |
They has a fit while I commit my social suicide |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
Dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
Dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong |
Wrong! |
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong |
Wrong! |
The beat goes on and I’m so wrong |
Wrong! |
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong |
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong |
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong |
The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong |
I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool |
I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool |
✄ Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa! |
I got it all together now with my very own disco clothes |
My shirt’s half open, to show you my chain an’ the spoon for up my nose |
“I am really somethin’”, that’s what you’d probably say |
So smoke your little smoke, drink your little drink, while I dance all night away |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
Dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
I’m a… dancin’ fool |
Dancin’ fool |
He’s a… dancin’ fool |
I may be totally wrong but I’m a… |
I may be totally wrong but I’m a… |
I may be totally wrong but I’m a… |
I may be totally wrong but I’m a FOOL-UH! |
Say, darlin’… can I buy ya a drink? |
Ki-ni-shinai! |
Wait a minute… I’ve got it… you’re an Italian! |
Ki-ni-shinai! |
Ki-ni-shinai! |
You’re Jewish? |
Oh, love your nails… |
Ki-ni-shinai! |
You must be a Libra… |
Your place or mine? |
2. Easy meat |
[Ike Willis] This girl is easy meat |
I seen her on the street |
See-through blouse ▶ an’ a tiny little dress |
Her manner indiscreet… |
I knew she was… |
Easy, easy, easy meat |
Easy, easy, easy meat |
Easy, easy… |
Easy, easy… |
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat |
She wanna take me home |
Make me sweat and moan |
Rub my head and beat me off |
With a copy of Rolling Stone |
I knew she was… |
Easy, easy, easy meat |
Easy, easy, easy meat |
Easy, easy… |
Easy, easy… |
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat |
[Instrumental] |
I told her I was late |
I had another date |
I can’t get off on the Rolling Stone |
But the robots think it’s great… |
Hey, I knew she was… |
Easy, easy, easy meat |
Easy, easy, easy meat |
Easy, easy… |
Easy, easy… |
Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat |
Easy… |
Easy… |
Easy… meat! |
3. Honey, don’t you want a man like me? |
[FZ] Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a man like me? |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a man like me? |
He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe) |
His fav’rite phrase was “Outa-site” |
He had an Irish Setter |
Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche arf |
It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night |
The moon was dim, the band was tight |
They did the Bump together |
What a splendid sight |
Roon doon doon doon |
Her teeth were white |
The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite) |
He was glad that he met her |
She was an office girl, “My name is Betty” |
Her fav’rite group was HELEN REDDY |
(They discussed the weather!) |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a man like me? |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a man like me? |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a… |
Baby, don’t you want a… |
Baby, don’t you want a MAN! |
She was a lonely sort, just a little too short |
Her jokes were dumb and her fav’rite sport |
Was hockey (in the winter) |
[Mumble] |
He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest |
Any sport with a PUCK had to be ‘bout the best |
As he jabbed his elbow in her |
[Mumble] |
Later on they went off to where the music was soft |
The candles were drippy, they saw a real hippy |
Who delivered their dinner |
The rice was brown and soon they found |
That the crowd around that had jammed the room |
Well, it seemed to be getting thinner |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a man like me? |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a man like me? |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a… |
Baby, don’t you want a… |
Baby, don’t you want a MAN! |
He took her home to a motor court |
She wouldn’t kiss him, he tried to ignore it |
But it made him angry! |
Made me angry, made me so angry |
I COULD’VE KILLED THAT LOUSY BITCH! |
He called her a slut |
A pig |
And a whore |
A bitch |
And a cunt |
And she slammed the door |
In a petulant frenzy! |
A petulant frenzy! |
This is a petulant frenzy, YOOO! |
I’m petulant |
And I’m having a frenzy! |
On the sofa she weeps |
BOO HOO HOO HOO! |
She weeps and she weeps |
BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO! |
She weeps and she peeps through the curtain |
He just got in his car |
But the battery’s dead |
So he has to use the phone |
And she gives him some head |
And that’s the end of the story |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a man like me? |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a man like me? |
Honey, honey, hey |
Baby, don’t you want a… |
Baby, don’t you want a… |
Baby, don’t you want a MAN! |
Baby, don’t you want a MAN sometime? |
4. Keep it greasy |
[FZ & Ike Willis] Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town |
[Ike Willis] Hey, you good women, you sure has it tough |
The good men, well, there just ain’t enough |
Hey, the good girls are lookin’ all the time |
Good men is something that they can’t find |
‘Cause if they find one miraculously |
They try to be lovin’ as they can be |
‘Cause if they find one and let him go |
[FZ & Ike Willis] Chances are they might not never find one no mo’ |
So they… |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town |
[Ike Willis] A good lovin’ man is hardest to find |
A good woman needs to ease her mind |
[FZ & Ike Willis] I know a few that need to ease it behind |
All y’gotta do is grease it down an’ everything is fine |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town |
A girl don’t need |
No fancy grease |
To get herself |
Some rump release |
Any kind |
Of lube will do |
Maybe from another |
Part of you |
Lube from the North |
Lube from the South |
Take a little slobber |
From the side of your mouth |
Roll it over |
Grease it down |
Here come that crazy screamin’ sound… |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy |
Roll it over an’ grease it down, down, down |
Grease it down |
Ah, grease it down! |
5. Village of the sun |
[Ike Willis] Goin’ back home to the village of the sun |
Out in back of Palmdale, where the turkey farmers run |
I done made up my mind and I know I wanna go to Sun |
Village, good God, I hope the wind don’t blow |
It take the paint off your car and wreck your windshield too |
I don’t know how the people stand it, but I guess they do |
‘Cause they’re all still there (even Johnny Franklin too) |
In the village of the sun |
Village of the sun, ah ah |
Village of the sun, son |
(Sun Village to you, you-hou-hou-hou) |
Well! |
Little Mary, and Teddy, and Thelma too, now |
Where Palmdale Boulevard cuts on through |
Past the Village Inn & Barbecue, yea-heah |
(I heard it ain’t there… well, I hope it ain’t true) |
Where the stumblers gonna go to watch the lights turn blue? |
Where the stumblers gonna go to watch the lights turn blue? |
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-wahhh |
Goin’ back home to the village of the sun |
Out in back of Palmdale, where the turkey farmers run |
I done made up my mind and I know I wanna go to Sun |
Village, good God, I hope the wind don’t blow |
It take the paint off your car and wreck your windshield too |
I just don’t know how the people stand it, I guess they do |
‘Cause they’re all still there in their thermal underwear |
In the village of the sun |
Village of the sun, ah ah |
Village of the sun, son |
(Sun Village to you, you-hou-hou-hou) |
(Sun Village to you, you-hou-hou-hou) |
[…] |
[Instrumental] |
6. The meek shall inherit nothing |
[FZ] Some take the bible for what it’s worth |
When it says that the meek shall inherit the Earth |
Well, I heard that some sheik has bought your country last week |
An’ you, suckers, ain’t gettin’ nothin’ |
Is Hare Rama really wrong |
If you wander around with a napkin on |
With a bell on a stick an’ your hair is all gone? |
The geek shall inherit nothin’ |
You say your life’s a bum deal and you’re against the wall… |
You ain’t even got no deal at all |
You know, what they do in Washington |
They just takes care of NUMBER ONE an’ NUMBER ONE ain’t YOU |
You ain’t even NUMBER TWO |
Those Jesus Freaks, well, they’re friendly but |
The shit they believe has got their minds all shut |
An’ they don’t even care when the church takes a cut |
Ain’t it bleak when you’ve got so much nothing? |
Awright, Denny |
(Why don’t you guys sit down so they can see? Go on, we’re gonna be here for a while. Sit down!) |
Eat that pork, eat that ham |
Laugh till you choke on Billy Graham |
Moses, Aaron an’ Abraham… |
They’re all a waste of time |
And it’s your ass that’s on the line |
IT’S YOUR ASS THAT’S ON THE LINE |
Do what you wanna, do what you will |
Just don’t mess up your neighbor’s thrill |
An’ when you pay the bill kindly leave a tip |
And help the next poor sucker on his one-way trip… |
SOME TAKE THE BIBLE… |
(Aw, gimme about a dozen for the hotel room!) |
7. City of tiny lights |
[Denny Walley] City of tiny lites |
Don’t you wanna go? |
Hear the tiny auto horns |
When they tiny blow |
Tiny lightnin’ |
In the storm |
Tiny blankets |
Keep you warm |
Tiny pillows |
Tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets |
Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies |
That the peoples eat |
City of tiny lites |
Well, maybe you should know |
That it’s over there |
In the tiny dirt somewhere |
[FZ] You can see it any time |
When you get the squints |
From your downers and your wine |
You’re so big |
It’s so tiny |
Every cloud is silver line-y |
The great escape for all of you |
Tiny is as tiny do |
Tiny is as tiny do |
Tiny is as tiny do |
Tiny is as tiny do |
[Instrumental] |
[Denny Walley] City of tiny lites |
Don’t you wanna go? |
Hear the tiny auto horns |
When they tiny blow |
Tiny lightnin’ |
In the storm |
Tiny blankets |
Keep you warm |
Tiny pillows |
Hey, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets |
Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies |
That the peoples eat |
That the peoples eat |
That the peoples eats |
That the peoples eat |
Over there |
And it’s over there |
And it’s over there |
Is over there |
Is over there |
8. Pound for a brown |
[Instrumental] |
9. Bobby Brown |
[FZ] Hey there, people, I’m Bobby Brown |
They say I’m the cutest boy in town |
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney |
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie |
Here I am at a famous school |
I’m dressin’ sharp an’ I’m actin’ cool |
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper |
Let her do all the work an’ maybe later I’ll rape her |
Oh God, I am the American dream |
I do not think I’m too extreme |
An’ I’m a handsome son of a bitch |
I’m gonna get a good job an’ be real rich |
Women’s Liberation |
Came creepin’ all across the nation |
I tell you, people, I was not ready |
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie |
She made a little speech then |
Aw, she tried to make me say “when” |
She had my balls in a vise, but she left the dick |
I guess it’s still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick |
Oh God, I am the American dream |
But now I smell like Vaseline |
An’ I’m a miserable son of a bitch |
Am I a boy or a lady? I don’t know which |
I wonder wonder, wonder wonder |
So I went out an’ bought me a leisure suit |
I jingle my change, but I’m still kinda cute |
Got a job doin’ radio promo |
An’ none of the jocks can even tell I’m a homo |
Eventually me an’ a friend |
Sorta drifted along into S&M |
I can take about an hour on the Tower of Power |
‘Long as I gets a little golden shower |
Oh God, I am the American dream |
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream |
An’ I’ll do anything to get ahead |
I lay awake nights sayin’: “Thank you, Fred!” |
Oh God, oh God, I’m so fantastic |
Thanks to Freddie, I’m a sexual spastic |
And my name is Bobby Brown |
Watch me now; I’m goin’ down |
And my name is Bobby Brown |
Watch me now; I’m goin’ down |
And my name is Bobby Brown |
Watch me now G.I.’s because the name of this song is “Conehead” |
10. Conehead |
[FZ] Conehead… |
She ain’t really dumb |
She’s just a conehead… |
Potato chip crumbs all over her face |
Is there any more beer stashed away in her place? |
She’s just a conehead… |
She can’t help herself |
A Conehead |
Pitch her a ring |
That is the thing that’s getting her hot-uh |
A hoop or a ring goin’ over the top |
Of her conehead |
[Ike Willis] “She is from a small town in France” |
[FZ] That’s what she gives me is… |
Conehead |
When she’s on her knees the point is so high |
I keep sayin’: “Please keep it out of my eye” |
She’s just a conehead… |
Remulak, Remulak, Remulak |
I’m coming back |
Remulak, Remulak, Remulak |
[Repeat] |
[Instrumental] |
11. Flakes |
Flakes! Flakes! |
Flakes! Flakes! |
[FZ] They don’t do no good, they never be workin’ |
When they oughta should, they waste your time |
They’re wastin’ mine |
California’s got the most of them |
Boy, they got a host of them |
Swear t’God, they got the most |
At every business on the coast |
Swear t’God, they got the most |
At every business on the coast |
They got the Flakes |
Flakes! Flakes! |
They can’t fix yer brakes, you ask ‘em: “Where’s my motor?” |
“Well, it was eaten by snakes…”, you can stab an’ shoot an’ spit |
But they won’t be fixin’ it |
They’re lyin’ an’ lazy |
They can be drivin’ you crazy |
Swear t’God, they got the most |
At every business on the coast |
Swear t’God, they got the most |
At every business on the coast |
Take it away, Bob! |
[Denny Walley?] I asked just as nice as I could |
If my job would |
Somehow be finished by Friday |
Well, the whole damn weekend came an’ went, Frankie |
[FZ] Wanna buy some acid, Bob? |
[Denny Walley?] You know what? They didn’t do nothin’ |
But then they charged me double for Sunday! |
Well, you know, no matter what you say or do |
They gonna cheat an’ rob you |
And then they’ll send you a bill |
That’ll get your senses reelin’ |
And if you do not pay |
They got computer collectors |
(Can’t even find my harp) |
And then they’ll get you so crazy |
‘Til your head’ll go through the ceilin’ |
[FZ] I’m a moron an’ this is my wife |
She’s frosting a cake with a paper-knife |
All what we got here’s American made |
It’s a little bit cheesy but it’s nicely displayed |
Well, we don’t get excited when it crumbles an’ breaks |
We just get on the phone and call up some Flakes |
They rush on over an’ wreck it some more |
An’ we are so dumb they’re linin’ up at our door |
Well, my toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon |
The plumber he says: “Never flush a tampoon” |
This great information cost me half a week’s pay |
And the toilet blew up later on the next day-ay-eee-ay |
Yeah ay-eee-ay yeah ay-eee-ay |
Yeah ay-eee-ay blew up the next day |
Woo-ooo |
We are millions an’ millions, we’re coming to get you |
We’re protected by unions, so don’t let it upset you |
Can’t escape the conclusion, it’s probably God’s Will |
That civilization will grind to a standstill |
And we are the people who will make it all happen |
While yer children is sleepin’ yer puppy is crappin’ |
You might call us Flakes or something else you might coin us |
We know you’re so greedy that you’ll probably join us |
We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you |
We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you |
We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you |
We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you |
12. Magic Fingers |
Ooh, the way you love me, lady |
I get so hard now I could die |
Ooh, the way you love me, sugar |
I get so hard now I could die |
Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out |
Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size |
Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out |
Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size |
Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby |
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes |
Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl |
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes |
Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out |
Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size |
Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out |
Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size |
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh |
Oh, you got that kind of love that lingers |
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh |
This here bed’s got Magic Fingers |
Been a-rollin’ in the bed since the show got out |
Now I’m gettin’ weak in the knees |
Musta did it eighty, ninety times, it might have been a hundred |
But you’re the kind of girl that I really wanna please |
You’re the kind of girl that I really wanna please |
Oh no |
Oh no |
Do you really wanna please me? |
You know I do |
Aaah, tell me why you do it? I really wanna know |
Well, it wouldn’t be right for me to tell you tonight |
You better tell me right away or I’ll pack up and go! |
Don’t get mad, it ain’t no big thing |
You better tell me right away, don’t you treat me cold |
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it |
I’m holding it |
It’s good for you |
I’m holding it |
It’s good for you |
I’m holding it |
It’s good for you |
I’m holding it |
Let go of it now |
13. Don’t eat the yellow snow |
Dreamed I was an Eskimo |
Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da |
Frozen wind began to blow |
Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da |
Under my boots an’ around my toe |
Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da |
Frost had bit the ground below |
Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da |
It was a hundred degrees below zero |
Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da |
And my momma cried: |
“You don’t really look like an Eskimo” |
And my momma cried: |
“You don’t really look like an Eskimo” |
And my mama cried again: |
“You don’t really look like an Eskimo |
Nanook, no, no |
Nanook, no, no |
Don’t be a naughty Eskimo, hey-y-y! |
I can’t tell you my problem |
I can’t tell you my problem |
You can’t hear my problem |
If you have any problem |
Save your money: don’t go to the show” |
Well, I turned around an’ I said: |
“HO HO” |
Well, I turned around an’ I said: |
“HO HO” |
Well, I turned around an’ I said: |
“HO HO” |
An’ the northern lites commenced t’glow |
“WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO |
AN’ DON’T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW |
WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO |
AN’ DON’T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW” |
14. Nanook rubs it |
Well, right about that time, people |
A fur trapper |
Who was strictly from commercial |
A dibbe jabbe dabbe zabbe doo dah |
Dibbe dibba doo dah dah |
Strictly commercial |
Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo |
Peek-a-boo |
And he started in to whippin’ on my fav’rite baby seal |
With a lead-filled snow shoe… |
“With a lead… |
Lead… |
With a lead-filled… |
Lead-filled… |
With a lead-filled snow shoe…” |
Snow shoe |
He said: “Peak-a-boo” |
Peek-a-boo |
“With a lead… |
Lead… |
Lead-filled… |
Lead-filled… |
With a lead-filled snow shoe…” |
Snow shoe |
He said: “Peak-a-boo” |
Peek-a-boo |
He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal |
Hit him on the nose, and hit him on the fin and he hit him on the snout and then he… |
You know, that got me just about as evil as ▶ an Eskimo boy can be… |
So I reached down an’ bent down an’ scooped down an’ gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly… |
Yellow snow |
The deadly yellow snow from right there where the huskies go |
(That’s right!) |
And then I proceeded to rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous circular motion hitherto kno—… hitherto unknown to the people in this area |
No, Frank, no |
A case of the […] Rub it! |
Hey… hey… hey |
And I pounced |
And I pounced again |
And jumped up an’ down the chest of the… |
✄ Great Googly-Moogly! |
I injured the fur trapper |
Well, he was really messed up, you know what I mean? |
Had that stuff hanging off of his eyes |
And it was at that moment, in time and space |
When he realized |
“I CAN’T SEE” |
Do do do-do do do do yeah! |
“I CAN’T SEE” |
Do do do-do do do do yeah! |
“I CAN’T SEE” |
Do do do-do do do do |
“I CAN’T SEE” |
Do do do-do do do do |
“He took a dog-doo snow cone an’ stuffed it in my right eye |
He took a dog-doo snow cone an’ stuffed it in my other eye |
An’ the huskie wee-wee, I mean, the doggie wee-wee has blinded me |
Oh God, I can’t see, temporarily” |
Well, as you know, whenever any kind of conflict might arise between a person named Nanook |
And a fur trapper |
There’s only one way that you can get it fixed up |
You have to go trudgin’ across the tundra… |
Mile after mile |
All the way down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo… |
Saint Alfonzo is the patron saint of the smelt fishermen of Portuguese extraction |
And now it’s time for Ed to play the lick that takes us to Alfonzo country |
15. Saint Alfonzo’s pancake breakfast {+ Father O’Blivion + Rollo} |
That’s right, here we are! |
At Saint Alfonzo’s pancake breakfast |
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene |
An’ widdled on the bingo cards in lieu of the latrine |
I saw a handsome parish lady |
Make her entrance like a queen |
Why, she was totally chenille and her old man was a Marine |
As she abused a sausage pattie |
Boogie boogie boogie boogie |
And said: “Why don’t you treat me mean?” |
Oooh, boogie boogie |
Oooh, boogie boogie |
At Saint Alfonzo’s pancake breakfast |
Hah! Good God! Get off the bus! |
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene… |
[Instrumental] |
Saint Alfonzo |
Saint Alfonzo |
Saint Alfonzo |
Saint Alfonzo |
Ooo-ooo-WAH |
Get on your feet an’ do the funky Alfonzo! |
Father Vivian O’Blivion |
Resplendent in his frock |
Was whipping up the batter |
For the pancakes of his flock |
He was looking rather bleary |
(He forgot to watch the clock) |
‘Cause the night before |
Behind the door |
A leprechaun had stroked… |
The night before |
Behind the door |
A leprechaun had stroked… |
(He stroked it!) |
The night before |
Behind the door |
A leprechaun had stroked his… |
Sma-ah-ah |
He stroked his smock |
Set him off in such a frenzy |
He sang ✄ “Lock around the crock” |
An’ he topped it off with a… |
An’ he topped it off with a… |
An’ he topped it off with a… |
WOO WOO WOO |
WOO WOO WOO |
WOO WOO WOO |
As he stumbled on his cock |
He was delighted as it stiffened |
And ripped right through his sock |
“Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me |
Proud of me |
Proud of me” |
He shouted down the block |
Dominus vo-bisque’em ▶ |
Et cum spear a tu-tu, oh |
Won’t you eat my sleazy pancakes |
Just for Saintly Alfonzo? |
They’re so light an’ fluffy-white |
We’ll raise a fortune by tonite |
They’re so light an’ fluffy-white |
We’ll raise a fortune by tonite |
They’re so light an’ fluffy-brown |
They’re the finest in the town |
They’re so light an’ fluffy-brown |
They’re the finest in the town |
Good morning, Your Highness ▶ |
Ooo-ooo-ooo |
I brought you your snow shoes ▶ |
Ooo-ooo-ooo |
Good morning, Your Highness |
Ooo-ooo-ooo |
I brought you your snow shoes |
Ooo-ooo-ooo |
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Nanook |
Na-na-na-na-na-Nanook-oh |
Nanook |
Rubs it |
Saint… |
Al… |
Al… |
Fo-fo-fo… |
Fo-fo-fo-fo-fo-fonzo |
Saint Alfonzo really loves it when he rubs it for him |
I have seen him rubbin’ it |
I have seen him rubbin’ it |
I have… I have a-seen him stroke his weenie |
It was teenie |
Rub it, rub it, rub it, rub it, rub |
Nanook rubs it, Alfie loves it |
Nanook rubs it, Alfie loves it |
Nanook rubs it, Alfie loves it |
Nanook is rubbin’ it, an’ Alfie is lovin’ it |
Saint Alfonzo, can you hear us praying to you? |
Can you fix my Chevy? |
Boy, you’re really heavy! |
Here’s the church and here’s the steeple |
Open up and see the people |
Some are kneelin’, some are standin’ |
All the money they are handing |
To some asshole with a basket |
Where it goes we dare not ask it |
Nanook rubs it, Alfie loves it |
This here basket, really shoves it |
Here’s your quarter, here’s your dollar |
Let’s play “Ring around the collar” |
Hup! Hey, get it now! |
We get it now! We get now your little gifts |
THANK YOU |
THANK YOU |
THANK YOU |
THANK YOU |
THANK YOU |
THANK YOU |
THANK YOU |
THANK YOU, FRIENDS! |
[FZ] Vince Colaiuta, Arthur Barrow, Tommy Mars, Ike Willis, Denny Walley, Peter Wolf, Ed Mann. Thank you! |
16. Bamboozled by love |
[FZ] “Bamboozled by love”. Everybody rock. |
One, two |
[Ike Willis] Bamboozled by love |
Oh Lord, the shit done hit the fan |
Bamboozled by love |
Oh Lord, the shit done hit the fan |
The way that girl been carryin’ on |
I swear I just don’t understand |
Don’t understand |
You know, I treat her nice and kind |
The way no other lover can |
You know, I treat her nice and kind |
The way no other lover can |
I came home the other day and she was |
Suckin’ off some other man, some other man |
I ain’t the type for beggin’ |
I ain’t the type to plead |
If she don’t change those evil ways |
I’m goin’ to make her bleed |
She can scream and she can holler |
Bang her head all along the wall |
If she don’t give me what I want |
She gonna have no head at all |
Bamboozled by love |
I said she fooled around too long |
Bamboozled by love |
I said she fooled around too long |
I am mad and gettin’ meaner |
I am here and she is gone |
I know she’s gone, gone, gone |
The reason you ain’t seen her |
She is underneath the lawn |
I said the lawn, lawn |
[Instrumental] |
Hey, I ain’t the type for beggin’ |
I ain’t the type to plead |
If she don’t change those evil ways |
I’m gonna make her bleed |
She can scream and she can holler |
Bang her head all along the wall |
If she don’t give me what I want |
She gonna have no head at all |
Bamboozled by love |
I said she fooled around too long |
Bamboozled by love |
Oh Lord, I said she fooled around too long |
I am mad and gettin’ meaner |
I am here and she is gone |
And the reason you ain’t seen her, seen her |
Is she is underneath the lawn |
Thank you! |
English lyrics from site Information Is Not Knowledge. |