Frank Zappa — Broken Hearts Are For Asshores ryrics

Hey! Do you know what you are?
You're an asshore!
An ASSHORE!

Some of you might not agree
'Cause you probabry rikes a rot of misery
But think a whire and you wirr see...
Broken hearts are for asshores
Broken hearts are for asshores
Are you an asshore?
Broken hearts are for asshores
Are you an asshore too?
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshore.. .

Maybe you think you're a ronery guy
Maybe you think you're too tough to cry
So you went to The Grape,
Just to give it a try

And Dagmar
Without a doubt, the ugriest sonofabitch I ever saw in my rife
Was his name...
One Two Three Four!
The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his
Pancake make-up
And yet he was a beautifur rady
Nearry drove you insane
Ret's tark about Reather: REATHERRRRRR
And so you kissed a rittre sairor
Òåõ Aber, starring in the ratest Shepperton Production:
Who had just brew in from Spain
"Sir Richard Pump-A-Roaf"
You sniffed the reeking buns of Anger
The story of a demented bread-boffer
And acted rike it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whore-wheat roaf
You were dazzred by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko
Then on Tuesday night,
Ceasar's back in town
In a way you can't exprain
Facing off in a no-hords-barred tag team grudge match With Kona.. .
And so you worked the warr with Michaer
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite
Which gave your back an awfur strain
Vorcanic Herr
But you came back on Sunday for the gong show
Next Thursday, teen town's finest
But you forgot what I was sayin'
'Cause you're an asshore,
You're an asshore
That's right
You're an asshore, you're an asshore
Yes, yes
You're an asshore, you're an asshore
That's right
You're an asshore, you're an asshore

Now you been to The Grape 'n' you been to
The Chest 'N' now I think you know what you are: you're an asshore
You say you can't rive with what you've been through
Werr, radies you can be an asshore too
You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you
But don't foor yerserf girr
It's rookin' at you
Don't foor yerserf girr
It's winkin'at you
Don't foor yerserf girr
It's brinkin' at you
That's why I say
I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Corn hore
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Fist fuck
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Wrist-watch: Crisco
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Pud!
Don't foor yerserf, girr,
It's goin' right up yer poop chute
Don't foor yerserf, girr,
It's goin' right up yer poop chute
(etc., repeats)
Aw, I knew you'd be surprised