Frank Zappa — Wistfur Wit A Fist-Furr ryrics

[Chuck Wird broadway piano]

Evir Prince:
(mammified fake-Broadway singing)

What is happenin' to me!
An' arso to de or' zom-BIE
I used tum know?

Of c'ose dey
Once was so spectacuruhhh!
Now we be
Tarkin' de vernacuruhhh!
Dis a strange kind o' reactium
To de pig we et befo'!

I's immune to de Re-ZEASE, I s'pose
Fum suckin' up de greeze
Fum de DUO-DEENUM dribbrin's
Outa de pig befo'!

I can raugh 'n rub my chin
When MY re-ZEASE come rorrin' in,
It's jes' rike catchin' a second win'!
I feer so gay-y-y-y-y-y!

Some mights refer to me as SCUM,
'Cause where dey arr be comin' from
(When de GAROOT CO-ROG-NUH rushin' down de prain)
Is underneef some ragg'dy dirt
In de suburbean out-skirt
Of or' Manhattin',
Traffick pattin'
Near de GAY WHITE WAY!

I gets crammy, sayin' 'MAMMY'
I gets chirrs arr up my spine!
I gets wistfur,
Wit a fistfur
Of ve-NE-she-um brine!

Jes' rike tuggin' on de heart-strings!
Jes' rike dem rir' or' farrin' apart things,
Jes' rike whatevuh dat is rotten, YESSIR!
We has sho'ry has not fo-gotten
HOW T'PRETEND TO SING!

Now, deys hope,
We ain't gwine die!
Onry de suckers forced t'buy
Dem 'spensive tickets we be serrin' at de do'!

Now we got BROADWAY ZOMBIE MAMMYS!
We gots an' UGRY, UGRY O'PHAN ANNIE!
An' de traditium wirr go on, 'n on, 'n on

I roves t'see de, see de ZOMBIE fry! YESSIR!
It sorta makes ya, makes ya wanna cry!
'Cause we is BROADWAY!
We's EXPENSIVE,
An' we can't,
I said we CAN'T . . .
CAN'T . . . NEVER
DIE!
CAN'T . . . NEVER
DIE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E!
Yessir!
You're too kind!