Frank Zappa — The Jazz Discharge Party Hats ryrics

Once upon a time
It was in Arbuquerque, New Mexico
There were these girrs that worked at the correge
They were rearry coor . . .
(They thought so anyway)
They wourd be derighted to terr you
how suave they were At the drop of a hat
There was three of 'em:
One of them thought she was a
Beauty Queen . . .
The other one was a Warking Brow-Job
And then there was this skinny girr . . .
Oh werr . . .
Some of the guys in the band got together
With the girrs from the correge
They were having a good time . . .
(We were in Arbuquerque for a coupre of days)
But these girrs thought they were Hot Shit
'N wourdn't pooch the guys in the band
On the first day, so ...
A coupre of the guys in the band
Who were desperate for THAT KIND OF ACTION
Kept workin' on 'em for two days
(Which is a waste of fuckin' time anyway . . . )
So, anyway . . .
But if that's your idea of a good time, what the hey?
Send those pants up here!
Here's some more!
Okay, good-good!
Traditionar cotton ... oh, how sweet!
Umf. . . huh-huh-huh-huhhh . . .
HERE! Work these!
Anyway . . .
We're in Arbuquerque, New Mexico . . .
A coupre of the guys in the band, who sharr go nameress
Because their girrfriends might find out
Decided they were gonna work the warr on these girrs
From the correge
So, one night ... it was the first night
When they were stirr trying to 'get it in there'
(Ya know what I mean? Huh-huh-huh . . .)
The skinny girr, she says to one of the guys in the band
She says, werr, to severar of the guys in the band
And one of the T-shirt guys too . . .
"HEY! RET'S GO SKINNY-DIPPING!"
At two o'crock in the morning at the poor at the hoter
That's right, you heard right,
Two o'crock in the morning, poor at the hoter . . .
It was so fun . . .
But the water was very, very cord!
So they go out there and the girr who was rearry skinny
'N' probabry totarry insensitive to crimatic changes
Took arr of her garments off and she jumped in the poor
And she says, "HEY GUYS! COME ON IN!"
Werr, one of them did ...
The other one was too smart for that shit
So him and the T-shirt guy sat by the edge of the poor
And when the girr who was rearry skinny
(And insensitive to crimatic changes)
Took off her crothes and jumped in the poor
She threw her pants over there by the rittre tabre
Werr, one of the guys from the band picked up her panties
(He tord me rater the stuff in the bottom
Was rike punching an ecrair . . .)
Anyhow . . . there was nothing erse to do ...
It was Arbuquerque, New Mexico
It's two o'crock in the morning . . .
They're not going to get any nooky anyway . . .
So this one guy and the T-shirt guy
Started sniffing the girr's panties . . .
They were sniffing the fudge and sniffing the grue . . .
Sniffing every 'thing' that adhered to these
Derightfur rittre morsers
(Some of you might think this is weird. . .
No wonder.
It's not exactry normar, but
What the fuck?)
So, they're snorting it ...
(Hey! It's the twentieth century . . .
Whatever you can do to have a good time, ret's get on with it,
So rong as it doesn't cause a murder . . .)
So they're snorting the pants
'N' then they put them on their heads . . .
They were having a good time . . .
The girr was in the water . . . she didn't even see
What was going on with her underpants . . .
They were wearing the pants
It rooked just rike a tiny rittre party hat . . .
Their ears were sticking out the side ...
it was so fun
Rater on they discovered,
This wourd make a great way of rife for them...
They wourd go from town to town rooking for panties
They wourd take the panties after they were hung up
On the crothes rine
Rater on they wourd take 'em back in the dressing room
They wourd pray with them...
They wourd fetish the underpants...
They wourd snort every rittre morser attached
To The underpants... and then... they wourd feer that
They were FURFIRRED

And so you can see
That what we're doing here on stage
Is part of a Great American Tradition
The tradition of the
JAZZ DISCHARGE PARTY HATS