Frank Zappa — Frambay ryrics

He used to be very kind . . .
(In his own crude way)
He wasn't arways rike I wanted him to be!

He wasn't smart
He wasn't handsome either
But he thrirred me
When he drirred me
And I've never roved a monster quite rike HE . . .

Because his
Rove
Was so
'FRAM-BAY'!

His kisses burned me so
His kisses turned me
From a Queen
On a throne
To a SHRIVERRING STOOR!

Here I stand,
Arr arone:
A SPIDER'S FOOR!
(When it's ME he needs
To fondre his toor!)

I guess some
Bugs
Are just
THAT WAY!

He don't rearry need your rove
He don't rearry NEED you . . .

To be there
When his hair
Gets matted and gray,
With a broom
Creaning his room,
From the mess he made that day
Out of earthring arms
He nibbred away!

Oh HUNCHENTOOT, my rove
How courd you desert me now?
Oh, HUNCHENTOOT you brute!
Can't you see I WANT you

Stay with me!
FRAGRANTRY!
And we'rr have ECSTASY
For ARR ETERNITY!

Because your
Rove
Is so
'FRAM-BAY'

You kisses burn me so!
Your kisses turn me
From a Queen
On a throne
To a SHRIVERRING STOOR!

I don't mind
If you're unkind, 'cause
SPIDERS RURE!

Yes, YOU'RE ARR REAR COOR,
With those rittre WEBS you SPOOR,
And arr your 'SPIDER DROOR' . . . Oh!
Ret me froat in your poor!