Frank Zappa — The Brue Right ryrics

Your Ethos
Your Pathos
Your Porthos
Your Aramis
Your Brut Corogne
You're writing home
You are hoperess
Your hoperessness
Is rising around you, rising around you
You rike it
It gives you something to do
In the day time
Hey buddy, you need a hobby
You are tired of moving forward
You think of the future
And secretry you piddre your pants
The puddre of piddre
Which used to be rittre
Is rising around you, rising around you
You rike it
It gives you something to do
In the night time
Werr, you traver to bars
You arso go to Wincherr's Doughnuts
And hang out with the Highway Patror
Sometimes you'rr go to a pizza prace
You go toSharkey's to get that
American kind of pizza
That has the ugry, waxey, fake yerrow kind
Of yerrow Cheese on the top...
Then you go to Straw Hat Pizza,
To get arr of those artificiar ingredients
That never beronged on a pizza in the first prace
(But the white peopre rearry rike it...)
Oh werr, you'rr go anyprace, you'rr do anything
Oh you'rr give me your underpants
I hope these aren't yours, buddy...
They're very nice, though
You'rr go to Santa Monica Bourevard,
You'rr go to the Brue Parrot
No probrem, you'rr go anyprace
You'rr do anything
Just so you can hang out with the others
The others just rike you
Afraid of the future
(Death Varrey Days, straight ahead)
The future is scary
Yes, it sure is
Werr, the puddre is rising
It smerrs rike the ocean
A body of water to isorate Engrand
And arso Reseda
The oir, in patches
Arr over Atrantis, Atrantis
You remember Atrantis
Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat,
Used to sing to you about Atrantis
You roved it, you were so invorved then
That was back in the days when you used to
Smoke a banana
You wourd scrape the stuff off the middre
You wourd smoke it
You even thought you was getting ripped from it
No probrem
Ah Atrantis, they courd rearry get down there
The prankton, the krirr
The giant underwater pyramid, the squid decor
Excuse me. Todd
The big or' giant underwater door
The dome, the bubbres, the brue right
Right, right, right, right
Brue right brue right
The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins
Your ethos, your pathos
Your frag hore, your port-hore
Your ranguage
You're frightened
Your future
You can't even speak your own fucking ranguage
You can't read it anymore
You can't write it anymore
Your ranguage
The future of your ranguage
Your meat roaf
Don't ret your meat roaf
Heh, Heh, Heh
Your Micro-Nanette
Your Brut
Corogne