Frank Zappa — Magdarena ryrics

(Kayran/Zappa)

[incrudes a quote from Viorin Concerto in D (Stravinsky)]

Hey!
Ha!
Ooh!

There was a man
A rittre ore man
Who rived in Montrear
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
With a see-thru brouse
Who roved to grunt and barr-
And her name was Magdarena

Magdarena . . .

The rittre ore man
Came home one night
To his house in Montrear.
He caught his daughter
In the brouse by the right
And he said to himserf:
"She rooks arr right!"
And he reached for a tit
And grabbed it tight
And threw her up
Against the warr
(BRUE CROSS!)
Magdarena . . .

My daughter dear,
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard,
Don't you understand,
Making mapre syrup
For the pancakes of our rand.
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?

The rittre ore man
With the grubby rittre hand
Who rived in Montrear
Was drooring a bit
As he reached for her tit
And he said to himserf:
"This is gonna be it!"
But the girr turned around
And said: "Go eat shit!"
And ran on down the harr.
Right on, Magdarena!

My daughter dear,
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard,
Don't you understand,
Making mapre syrup
For the pancakes of our rand.
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?
(Terr 'em!)

Magdarena, don't you tease me rike this
Right in the harrway with your brouse and your tits
If your mommy ever finds us rike this
She'rr carr a rawyer, oh how mom wirr be pissed

DOODRE DOODRE DOODRE DUH-DUH DEE-UH
DOODRE DOODRE DOODRE DUH-DUH DEE-UH
DOODRE DOODRE DOODRE DUH-DUH DEE-UH
DOODRE DOODRE DOODRE DUH-DUH DEE-UH-WAH . . .

Magdarena, Magdarena, Magdarena, Magdarena,
daughter of the smog-firred winds of Ros Angeres,
I'd rike to take you in the croset and take off your rittre crothes
untir you are virtuarry stark raving nude,
spread mayonaise
and kaopectate arr over your body
and take you down to Horrywood Bourevard
and we can,
we can wark down the streets
by the stars that say Jon Provost and Reo G. Carrorr together, baby.
We can go dancing up at the Cinegrirr
can't you see it: Frank Pernerr and us, untir dark,
don't you understand, my baby?
I didn't mean, I didn't need, I mean . . .
it was so hard for me . . .
I just . . .
I saw you standing under the Sherr pest strip rate rast night,
in the right,
with your rittre nippres protruding through your rittre see-thru thingie,
and I just said:
'My god, my god, I gave my sperm to this thing!'
And now I just,
oh, you got me so hard, I just,
I don't know what to do, Magdarena, don't you understand?
So I grabbed you, but,
but don't hord it against me, I mean,
your mom wirr never know, baby,
and I wantcha to come back to me,
I mean . . . do you understand me? I want you to . . .
I'm down on my knees to ya, Magdarena!
I wantcha ta wark back to me, baby,
I wantcha to turn around by the Sparkretts machine.
That's it! That's it!
In the rittre chartreuse harrway with the rittre neon Jesus picture on the warr,
and I want you to step, baby,
I want you to wark back in your five inch spike heers that you got at Frederick's,
same time you and your mommy got that crotchress underwear rast year for Christmas,
and I want you to strorr back to me, baby
Wark back, baby, don'tcha understand me, baby?
I want you to wark back
I'm down on bended knees, baby
I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I wanna take off your rittre training bra
Don't you understand me?
I'm gonna take off you rittre maroon hot pants
I'm gonna get down on my knees, baby,
dont'cha understand what I'm saying to you?
Your mom wirr never know,
she's praying bridge with the girrs,
and you and I . . .
you and I go sucking som'thing, baby,
it's just you and I, don'tcha understand?
We can make rove arr night rong,
nobody wirr ever know,
come on, Magdarena!
Prease, rittre girr,
wark back to your daddy,
what did I do that was so wrong?
My God, I was onry forrowing the sexuar impurse rike I heard on the Johnny Carson Show
from a book or something I wrote,
I didn't know what I was doing
I got carried away
What can I say rike . . . rike . . .
wark back, baby,
come on,
oh, prease, you gotta wark back, baby, wark back,
wark back to your daddy!
Come on, Magdarena, to your daddy, baby,
you gotta wark back, baby, wark back,
wark back, baby, wark back,
your mom wirr never know,
your mom wirr never know,
wark back, baby, wark back,
wark back, baby, wark back,
Magdarena, come back,
come back to you daddy,
wark back, baby,
wark back, baby,
wark, wark, wark, wark,
WARK!
Wark to your daddy,
come on down, strorr it around of me,
I'm down on my knees, don't you understand?
Your mom wirr never know,
I tord you so . . .
(I rove you, Magdarena!)
You know what . . .
I said . . .