FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
"Brown Shoes Don't Make It Lyrics"
Cats Under the Stars Lyrics
Cats on the blacktop, birdie in the treetop, Someone plays guitar that sounds like clarinet. I ain't ready to go to bed, I think I'll take a walk downtown instead. Cats on the bandstand, Give'em each a big hand, Anyone who sweats like that must be all right. No one wants to fight; no blackeye, J
Cats on the blacktop, birdie in the treetop, Someone plays guitar that sounds like clarinet. I ain't ready to go to bed, I think I'll take a walk downtown instead. Cats on the bandstand, Give'em each a big hand, Anyone who sweats like that must be all right. No one wants to fight; no blackeye, J
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Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it?
Brown shoes don't make it?
TV dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You're OK, he's *too weird*
Be a plumber He's a bummer
He's a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesn't care
Smile at every *ugly*
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
Be a jerk and go to work Be a jerk and go to work
Be a jerk and go to work Be a jerk and go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball! (TV tonight!)
Do yo
True Love Lyrics
I'm giving up I'm giving up I'm giving up the feeling Do I take it or leave it I'm giving up the feeling of the mystery of love I'm giving into my imagination Or are you true love for me True love for me True love for me True love for me I've looked everywhere
u love it, do you hate it?I'm giving up I'm giving up I'm giving up the feeling Do I take it or leave it I'm giving up the feeling of the mystery of love I'm giving into my imagination Or are you true love for me True love for me True love for me True love for me I've looked everywhere
There it is, the way you made it (WOOOooow)
A world of secret hungers,
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away,
In drawer, in a desk,
By a Naughahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office
You see in the back, of the cynical mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
Off with her clothes and into a bed,
Where she tickles his fancy all night long
His wife's attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed his teenage Queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Blessed Are The Persecuted Lyrics
We feel your hate, actions speak louder than words. You hate us, you try to silence us with your lies. It will take much more if you think you can shut us down. Your efforts are worthless against us. We will always stand our ground. Blessed are the persecuted, for the evils sai
And he loves it! He loves it! It curls up his toes!
She bites his fat neck, And it lights up his nose,
But he cannot be fooled, Old *City Hall Fred,*
She's nasty, she's nasty, She digs it in bed!
Do it again, and do it some more!
That does it, by golly, it's nasty for sure!
Nasty-nasty-nasty! Nasty-nasty-nasty!
*(Only thirteen, and she knows how to NASTY)*
She's a dirty young mind. Corrupted, corroded...
Well she's thirteen today, And I hear she gets loaded
If she were my daughter I'd...
*What would you do, Daddy?*
If she were my daughter I'd...
*Wh
My Heart Lyrics
Not so long ago we both felt love became a word. No more than that with sex that felt like wings without a bird. The only thing that we both love is in the cradle that we rock. Six hands, six feeth, but just one beat, the ticking of the clock. I always heard I could get hurt,
at would you do, Daddy?*
If she were my daughter I'd...
*What would you do, Daddy?*
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again, *Oh baby!*
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again!
She's a *Teenage Baby,* and she turns me on,
I'd like to make Her do a *nasty*
On the White House Lawn!
Going to smother that daughter in chocolate syrup,
And boogie till the cows come home!
Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the *Guerneys* And a dozen gray attorneys
TV dinner by the pool I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball I run the world from City Hall
Not so long ago we both felt love became a word. No more than that with sex that felt like wings without a bird. The only thing that we both love is in the cradle that we rock. Six hands, six feeth, but just one beat, the ticking of the clock. I always heard I could get hurt,
at would you do, Daddy?*
If she were my daughter I'd...
*What would you do, Daddy?*
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again, *Oh baby!*
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again!
She's a *Teenage Baby,* and she turns me on,
I'd like to make Her do a *nasty*
On the White House Lawn!
Going to smother that daughter in chocolate syrup,
And boogie till the cows come home!
Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the *Guerneys* And a dozen gray attorneys
TV dinner by the pool I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball I run the world from City Hall