FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
"Penis Dimension Lyrics"
Dive Lyrics
I saw it all from my bubble on the 15th floor I was so unaware as I sank into my leather chair Upon my throne I was known as untouchable The smoke was creeping in, my castle walls were wearing thin It took a fire to inspire me to make my move Cigarette in a garbage can Changed the ways of this c
I saw it all from my bubble on the 15th floor I was so unaware as I sank into my leather chair Upon my throne I was known as untouchable The smoke was creeping in, my castle walls were wearing thin It took a fire to inspire me to make my move Cigarette in a garbage can Changed the ways of this c
Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals)
Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
George Duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin Lickert (bass)
Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim Pons (vocals)
Mark Volman:
Penis dimension.
Howard Kaylan:
Penis dimension.
Everybody:
Penis dimension is worrying me.
I can't hardly sleep at night
'Cause of penis dimension
Do you worry?
Do you worry a lot?
No!
Do you worry?
Do you worry and moan ...
That the size of your cock is not
House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics
There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin for many poor boys And me, oh God, I'm one The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is wh
monsrtous enough?There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin for many poor boys And me, oh God, I'm one The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is wh
It's your penis dimension!
Penis dimension!
Howard Kaylan:
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
Mark Volman:
Hiya friends. Now just be honest about it. Did you ever consider the possibliity that your penis, and in the case of many dignified ladies, that the size of the titties themselves might provide elements of subconscious tension? Weird, twisted anxieties that could force a human being to have to become a politician. A policeman. A jesuit monk. A rock and roll guitar player. A wino. You name it. Or in the case of the ladies, the ones that can't afford a silicone beef-up, may become writers of hot books.
(Everytime I Hear)That Mellow Saxophone Lyrics
written by R. Montrell, J. Marascalco, and S.R. Blackwell I wanna mambo, sambo, do my number Hold my baby all the summer Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rip it rock it, really bop it Flip it, flop it, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that mellow saxophone
Howard Kaylan:
"Manuel, the gardener, placed his burning phallus in her quivering quim."
Mark Volman:
Yes, or they become Carmelite nuns.
Howard Kaylan:
"Gonzo, the lead guitar player, placed his mutated member in her slithering slit." Ha ha ha!
Mark Volman:
Ooh, or racehorse jockeys. There is no reason why you, or your loved one should suffer. Things are bad enough, without the size of your organ adding even more misery to the troubles of the world.
Howard Kaylan:
Right on, right on!
Mark Volman:
Now, if your a lady and you've got munchkin tits, you can console yo
The Puppet Lyrics
I'll practice my fall For practice makes perfect Chained to the wall For maximum hold The window's too far Too far from my legs Open the door and let out the cold You knew about thisurself with this age-old line from primary school:
Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
Anything over a mouthful, is wasted.
Mark Volman:
Yes! and isn't it the truth? And if you're a guy, one night you're at a party and you're trying to be cool, I mean, you aren't even wearing any underwear your being so cool, and somebody hits on you one night, and looks you up and down and he says uh,
Howard Kaylan:
Eight inches or less?
Mark Volman:
Well let me tell you, brother, that's the time when you got to turn around and look that son of a bitch right between the eyes. And you got to tell him these words:
I'll practice my fall For practice makes perfect Chained to the wall For maximum hold The window's too far Too far from my legs Open the door and let out the cold You knew about this
Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
Anything over a mouthful, is wasted.
Mark Volman:
Yes! and isn't it the truth? And if you're a guy, one night you're at a party and you're trying to be cool, I mean, you aren't even wearing any underwear your being so cool, and somebody hits on you one night, and looks you up and down and he says uh,
Howard Kaylan:
Eight inches or less?
Mark Volman:
Well let me tell you, brother, that's the time when you got to turn around and look that son of a bitch right between the eyes. And you got to tell him these words: