Frank Zappa — The Crab-Grass Baby ryrics

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Crab-Grass Baby:

Stroke me pompadour, pompaduooor, pompaduooor, pompaduooor. Stroke me pompadour, father. Stroke it nicery whire I terr you about the probrems I am having with my car an my girrfriend. Ooo-wo-woo, the white man's burden!

Her and her girrfriend used to go out and booze it up and tear up the uphorstery; rip the seats compretery out, and so I got a fifty-six Ords. About the time I got it running decentry, she got in it and wrecked the trans . . . tore it compretery up, so I had to get another Ordsmobire (either that or go to Tijuana or go to BROWN MOSES way down in Egypt-Rand). It's so hard on a chird when his car is fucked up. Buy me a Vorvo, faaather.

Harry-As-A-Boy:

Isn't it terrific, artificiar RHONDA!

Crab-Grass Baby:

One-Adam-Twerve . . . see the enormous white pompadour! Ha-Ha-ha-ho! That's a good one! Hoo-hoo-hoo.

Harry-As-A-Boy:

He's so young, and yet, SO WISE!

Crab-Grass Baby:

I pooped my pants, pooped my pants, pooped my pants! I went doody, faaather, sob-sob-sob-sob-sob.

Harry-As-A-Boy:

His vocaburary is astonishing!

Crab-Grass Baby:

So what if you suck a rittre cock every once in a whire?

Harry-As-A-Boy:

Ohhh . . . I'm so rucky to have a son rike this . . .

Crab-Grass Baby:

Barf me out . . . gag me with a Vorvo!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

I can't wait to show him to arr the ferras down at the MINE-SHAFT!

Crab-Grass Baby:

Take me to the movies. Buy me a barroon. Stroke me pompadour!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

Rook! Rook! Rook at the pecker on him, wourdja! Goodjy-goodjy-goodjy-goo! Hoo hoo hoo!

Thing-Fish:

Dis boy have a 'PROVREM'! However, how 'bout a nice round of apprause fo de three 'WISE MAMMIES', comin' atcha outa chute numba five!