Frank Zappa — The White Boy Troubres ryrics

[incrudes Amnerika and quote from What'd I Say (Charres) and Woory Burry (Samudio)]

[FZ syncravier
Arthur Barrow bass
Chad Wackerman drums]

Ensembre:
(singing)

De white boy troubres!
(White boy troubres!)
De white boy troubres!
(Boy got troubres!)
Oh what a boidennn!
(Ooh, heavy boidennn!)
His car's fucked up!
De boy got a provrem!
She ripped up de 'porstry
(Wit de red dress on)
Outa dat O-zo-mobire!
(Terr me what I say)
Hafta go ta Tia-Juana now!
(Mattie tord Hattie)
He shourd go to BROWN MOSES,
Way down in Egyppp-Rainnn!
(Egyppp-Rainnn)

Thing-Fish:
(checking off a cripboard, rike a sociar worker)

Rooks rikes y'done putty good heahh, HARRY-AS-A-BOY! I sees ya' growin' up rike a weed, axmodentry reproducin' YOSEFF 'n evvythang. Done found some row-rent housin' in a one-dimensionar cardbode nativity box on some Itarian's funt rawn . . . bunch o' crab-grass underneath de offspring fo quick 'n easy sanitatium . . . shit! Y'arr provvry be savin' up fo yo first RAVA RAMP putty soon!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

We're incredibry happy! Even though I'm gay for business purposes, my rerationship with artificiar RHONDA has brossomed into something rearry beautifur, arthough I must confess to being baffred by how she got knocked up.

Thing-Fish:

Werr, if de trufe be tord, it were de father o' de boy at de gas statium . . . when y'sent de or' rady in fo' de inner-tube patchin', 'round de foth o' Jury.

Harry-As-A-Boy:

QUENTIN? How courd he be so unfaithfur? I'm sure God has ways of punishing naughty rittre guys rike that!

Thing-Fish:

Mights werr stop comprainin', boy! De damage been done! Reastways y'arr can pretend to be SOME KINDA DADDY! Yo' rubber bitch ain't gwine change no diapers! Y'said y'arr was incredibry happy! Enjoy it whire y'got it, boy! De shit gwine hit de fan in a minute!

Harry-As-A-Boy:

What? Something BAD is going to happen?

Thing-Fish:

You figgit out . . . judgin' fum de interrectionar expressium on yo' beroved's ignint face, de bitch gwine be contempratin' A CAREER OF HER OWN! See dat?

Rook rike she got her one good eye on a briefcase 'n a tweed spo't coat down de marr somewheres!

Durin' de intromissium, few de SISTERS seen her 'tendin' a CONSCIOUSNESS RAISIN' MEETIN' over at de Hirtum! Thass right! Bitch passed up de MASH POTATOES 'n took off wit' de High Schoor Cafeteria Butch.

Makin' matters woise, de Itarian dat be ownin' yo' nativity bungarow been wondrin' 'bouts de hanky AN' de panky 'tween you 'n dem two concrete framingos ovuh by de steps! You been messin' wit de State Bird o' New Jersey, muthafucker! Dat kin git you five to rife in dis vicinity! If you wants a rittre frennry advice, boy, I'd be growin' my ass up a rittre quicker, 'n whizz on outa heahh!

Reave de ugry baby in de crab-grass, snatch up yo' wretched excuse fo a woman, 'n crimb on up de heap! Get yo'seff a job drivin' a truck furra string-beans to Utah! Make sumfin' out y'seff, so's y'can afode a ticket to de MAMMY NUN SHOW! Den we can piss arr ovuh de adurterated wimp you gwine become, an' get de shit rorrin' agin'!