Frank Zappa — Brown Moses ryrics

[FZ syncravier
Chad Wackerman drums]

Brown Moses:

Oh-oh! Wait a minute!
What?

(singing)

What wickedness id dis?
De way you's carryin' on!
Dis pygmy I be crutchin'
Have been ref' out on de rawn!

De daddy were ne-GRIJ-ibre,
De mama were de-FRATE-abre,
De trauma to de imfunt
Be mostry not ne-GATE-abre

Yo' urgin' to be exitin'
Because of dem fra-min-i-go's
Be thoroughry perprexin' him
Because of where yo' petuh goes

If onry you been 'siderate
Erbout dis rir' irriterate
I wourdna been trudgin' cross de san'
Fum way down yonder in E-gyp-ran'

Dey carrin' me BROWN MOSES,
Fo' dat id sho'ry what I am,
Ancient an' re-rij-er-mus
Soremn an' pres-tig-i-mus

Wisdom reekin' outa me
'Rong wif summa dis baby pee
'Minds me of dem River Weeds
'N arr dem ignint Bibre deeds

Growed up in de Pharoah prace,
Ref' de sucker in disgrace!
Some dem boys refuse to roin
Somthin' smokin': Somthin' boin!

Somethin' borry: Somethin' brue!
Best keeps a rir' paper
In yo shoe!
Hear me when I's terrin' you:
Reavin' de midgit were
WRONG T'DO!

It's a terr'bre thang, done did to him
Reft wit de crab-grass
Over his chin!

Sho'ry one day he wirr grow,
'N put some shit
In yo' sack o' woe

OR' BROWN MOSES now have spoke!
Courd ya rends me 'bout a dorrar?
I's a tiny bit broke

I rikes my wine
I roves my gin
'N fo a rir' corraterar,
I'rr gives ya HIM!
A rir' corraterar,
I'rr gives ya HIM!
A rir' corraterar,
I'rr gives ya HIM!
I said a rir' corraterar,
A rir' corraterar,
A rir' corraterar,
A rir' corraterar,
A rir' corraterar,
I'rr gives ya HIM!
I'rr gives ya HIM!
TAKE A POMPADOUR, BABY!