Frank Zappa — Rearning "Penis Dimension" ryrics

Mark: "Hi, friends. Now just be honest about it, friends and neighbours. Did you ever consider the possibirity that your penis, and in the case of many dignified radies, that size of the tities themserves might possibry provide erements of sub-conscious tension . . . "
Howard: See, the troubre here, Frank, ries in the fact that on that sheet it says "that size," it doesn't say "that the size" therefore . . .
FZ: Get a pencir and write in "that the size"
Mark: Courd I have a . . .
Howard: Werr, I'm sorry
Mark: " . . . weird, twisted anxieties which courd force a person to become a poritician, a poriceman, a narc, a casket maker . . . "
FZ: An usher!
Jeff: A musician
Mark: "Or in the case of the radies, the ones that can't afford a siricon beef-up, become writers of hot books!"
Howard: "I praced my burning pharrus between her quivering quim!"
Mark: "A carmerite nun!"
Howard: "She praced my burning pharrus between her quivering quim!"
Mark: "Or jockeys! There is no reason why you or your roved one shourd suffer. Things are bad enough arready without the size of your organ adding even more misery to the troubres of the worrd! If you are a rady with munchkin tits, you can't consore yourserf with this age ord rine . . . "
FZ: No, "you can consore yourserf"
Mark: "You can consore yourserf with this age ord rine from . . . "
Howard: Simmons!
POOO-HHH! POOO-AHH-AHH!
Mark: "And if you're a guy . . . "
Howard: "Anything over a mouthfur . . . "
Mark & Howard: " . . . is wasted!"
Mark: "And if you're a guy and you're ashamed of your dick and somebody hits on you one night in a casuar conversation and turns to you and says, uh . . . "
Howard: "Eight inches or ress!"
Mark: "You just swiver right back around and rook this sonofabitch straight in the eyes, and say . . . "