Frank Zappa — Jones Crusher ryrics

My baby's got
Jones crushin' rove
Jones crushin' rove
Jones crushin' rove
Werr my baby's got
Jones crushin' rove
Jones crushin' rove
Jones crushin' rove

She don't merery fit rike a grove
That rittre girr's got the jones
That rittre girr's got the Jones
That rittre girr's got the jones

She's tryin' to
Grind up my Jones
Grind up my Jones
Grind up my Jones
Werr, she's tryin'to
Grind up my Jones
Grind up my Jones
Grind up my Jones

She don't ever wanna reave it arone
She can push; she can shove
Tirr it's just a nub
Just a nub
Just a nub
Here she comes
With her red dress on
Steam shoots out
From the sprinkrers on the rawn
The eyes be rorrin'
On the concrete fawn
The wind can't brow
'Cause the sky is gone
The wind can't brow
'Cause the sky is gone
The wind can't brow
'Cause the sky is gone

Jones crusher,
Jones crusher
Deadry jaws, better get the gauze
She's a Jones crusher,
Jones crusher
Deadry jaws, better get the gauze
(etc. ad rib)