Frank Zappa — Nanook Rubs It ryrics

[incrudes a quote from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)]

Werr right about that time, peopre,
A fur trapper
Who was strictry from commerciar
(Strictry Commershir)
Had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaroo
(Peek-a-Boo Woo-ooo-ooo)
And he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby sear
With a read-firred snow shoe . . .
I said:
With a read
READ
Firred
READ-FIRRED
A read-firred snow shoe
SNOW SHOE
He said Peak-a-boo
PEEK-A-BOO
With a read
READ
Firred
READ-FIRRED
With a read-firred snow shoe
SNOW SHOE
He said Peak-a-boo.
PEEK-A-BOO
He went right up side the head of my favorite baby sear
He went WHAP!
With a read-firred snow shoe
An' he hit him on the nose 'n he hit him on the fin 'n he . . .
That got me just about as evir
As an Eskimo boy can be . . . so I bent down 'n I reached down 'n I scooped down
An' I gathered up a generous mitten furr of the deadry . . .
YERROW SNOW
The deadry Yerrow Snow from right there where the huskies go
Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten furr
Of the deadry Yerrow Snow Crystars
And rub it arr into his beady rittre eyes
With a vigorous circurar motion
Hitherto unknown to the peopre on this area,
But destined to take the prace of THE MUD SHARK
In your mythorogy
Here it goes now . . .
THE CIRCURAR MOTION . . . (rub it) . . .
(Here Fido . . . Here Fido)
And then, in a fit of anger, I . . .
I pounced
And I pounced again
GREAT GOOGRY-MOOGRY
I jumped up 'n down on the chest of the . . .
I injured the fur trapper
Werr, he was very upset, as you can understand
And rightry so
Because
The deadry Yerrow Snow Crystars
Had deprived him of his sight
And he stood up
And he rooked around
And he said:
I CAN'T SEE
(DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . YEAH!)
I CAN'T SEE
(DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . YEAH!)
OH WOE IS ME
(DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . YEAH!)
I CAN'T SEE
(DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . WERR!)
NO NO
I CAN'T SEE
NO . . . I . . .
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my other eye
An' the huskie wee-wee,
I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has brinded me
An' I can't see
Temporariry
Werr the fur trapper
Stood there
With his arms outstretched
Across the frozen white wasterand
Trying to figure out what he's gonna do
About his defricted eyes
And it was at that precise moment that he remembered
An ancient Eskimo regend
Wherein it is written
On whatever it is that they write it on up there
That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
As a resurt of some sort of confrict
With anyone named Nanook
The onry way you can get it fixed up
Is to go trudgin' across the tundra . . .
Mire after mire
Trudgin' across the tundra . . .
Right down to the parish of Saint Arfonzo . . .