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Frank Zappa lyrics

Album: Sheik Yerbouty [1979]

Tracks4
 01  I Have Been In You
 02  Flakes
 03  Broken Hearts Are For Assholes
 04  I'm So Cute
all Frank Zappa lyrics



I Have Been In You
I have been in you, baby
And you
Have been in me
And we
Have be
So intimately
Entwined
And it sure was fine

I have been in you, baby
And you
Have been in me
And so you see
We
Have be se together
I thought that we would never
Return from forever
Return from forever
Return from forever...

You
Have been in me
And understandably
I have been in 'n' outa you
An' everywhere
You want me to
Yes, you know it's true

And while
I was inside
I mighta been
Undignified
And that is maybe
Why you cried
I don't know
Maybe so,
But what's the difference now?

I have been in you, baby
You have been in me
Aw' little girl, there ain't no time
To wash yer stinky hand
Go 'head 'n' roll over
I'm going in you again
In you again
In you again
In you again...

I'm goin' in you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!

I'm going in you again, baby
'N' can go in me too,
That's true
I'm goin' in you again, baby
'N' later when we get through
I'm goin' in you again - ahh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhh
In you again, ah!
In you again - ahhhback to top
Flakes
Flakes! Flakes!
Flakes! Flakes!
They don't do no good
They never be workin'
Whe they oughta should
They waste your time
They're wasting mine
California's got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them

Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
They got the Flakes

Flakes! Flakes!

They can't fix yer brakes
You ask 'em, "Where's my motor?"
"Well, it was eaten by snakes..."
You can stab 'n' shoot 'n' spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' an' lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy

Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
[Take it away, Bob...]

I asked as nice as I could
If my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, them whole damn weekend
came 'n' went, Frankie
[Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?]
'N' they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday

You know, no matter what you do,
They gonna cheat 'n' rob you
Then they'll send you a bill
That'll get your senses reelin'
And if you do not pay
They got computer collectors
That'll get you so crazy
'Til your head'll go through th' ceilin'
Yes it will!

I'm a moron, 'n' this is my wife
She's frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All what we got here's
American made
It's a little bit cheesey,
But it's nicely displayed
Well we don't get excited when it
Crumbles 'n' breaks
We just get on the phone
And call up some Flakes
They rush on over
'N' wreck it some more
'N' we are so dumb
They're linin' up at our door
Well, the toilet went crazy
Yersterday afternoon
The plumber he says
"Never flush a tampoon!"
This great information
Cost me half a week's pay
And the toilet blew up
Later on the next day-ay-eee-ay
Blew up the next day
WOO-OOO

We are millions 'n' millions,
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let it upset you
Can't escape the conclusion
It's probably God's Will
That civilization
Will grind to a standstill
And we are the people
Who will make it all happen
While yer children is sleepin',
Yer puppy is crappin'
You might call us Flakes
Or something else you might coin us
But we know you're so greedy
That you'll probably join us

We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you...back to top
Broken Hearts Are For Assholes
Hey! Do you know what you are?
You're an asshole! An ASSHOLE!

Some of you might not agree
'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
But think a while and you will see...
Broken hearts are for assholes
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole?
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole too?
Watcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole...

Maybe you think you're a lonely guy
Maybe you think you're too tough to cry
So you went to The Grape,
Just to give it a try
And Dagmar
Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life
Was his name...
One Two Three Four!
The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his pancake make-up
And yet he was a beautiful lady
Nearly drove you insane
Let's talk about Leather: LEATHERRRRRR
And so you kissed a little sailor
Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton Production:
Who had just blew in form Spain
"Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf"
You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel
The story of a demented bread-boffer
And acted like it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko
Then on Tuesday night, Ceasar's back in town
In a way you can't explain
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match with Kona...
And so you worked the wall with Michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite
Which gave your back an awful strain
Volcanic Hell
But you came back on Sunday for the gong show
Next Thursday, teen town's finest...
But you forgot what I was sayin'
'Cause you're an asshole, You're an asshole
That's right
You're an asshole, you're an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an asshole
That's right
You're an asshole, you're an asshole

Now you been to The Grape 'n' you been to The Chest
'N' now I think you know what you are: you're an asshole

You say you can't live with what you been through
Well, ladies you can be an asshole too
You might pretend you ain't got one of the bottom of you,
But don't fool yerself, girl
It's lookin' at you
Don't fool yerself, girl
It's winkin' at you
Don't fool yerself, girl
It's blinkin' at you
That's what I say
I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Corn hole
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Fist fuck
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Wrist-watch, Crisco
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute
Pud!

Don't fool yerself, girl
It's goin' right up yer poop chute
Don't fool yerself, girl
It's goin' right up yer poop chute
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I knew you'd be surprised...back to top
I'm So Cute
One Two Three Four!

Feelin' sorry
Feelin' sad
So many ugly people
I feel bad
I'm so cute
They're so homely
Some of them
At home 'n' lonely
Wish they could be
Very cute like me
But they will never
Get to be
Some folks got it
Some folks don't
Some so ugly
They never won't

Everybody
See his hair
See his clothes
I'm sure you care
Terry Ted
It really sweet
Watch the way he keep the beat
Sweet as honey
He's a piece of cake


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SOFA NO. 2

I am the heaven
I am the water
I am the dirt beneath your rollers
I am your secret smut & lost metal money down your cracks
I am your cracks & crannies

I am the clouds
I am embroidered
I am the author of all tucks & damask piping
I am the Chrome Dinette
I am the Chrome Dinette
I am the days & nights
I am the days & nights
I am the days & nights
I am the days & nights
I am here
And you are my sofa
I am here
And you are my sofa
I am here
And you are my sofa

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File: titties_beer


Titties and Beer
by Frank Zappa; this version from "Live in New York"


It was the blackest night,
there was no moon in sight,
You know the stars ain't shining
'cause the sky's too tight.
I heard the scary wind,
I seen some ugly trees,
There was a werewolf honkin' 'long the side o'me.

I'm mean and I'm bad,
You know I ain't no sissy,
Got a big-titty girly by the name of Chrissie
Talkin' about her and my bike and me,
And this ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery.

I noticed even the crickets were acting weird up here,
And so I figured I might just drink a little beer.
I said, "Gimme some of that what you're suckin' on!"
But there was no reply 'cause she was gone.

"Where's those titties I like so well? And my goddamn beer?"
is what I started to yell,
Then I heard this noise like a crunch o'twig,
Then up jumped the devil, he's about this big.

He had a red suit on, and a widow's peak
And a pointed tail and like-a-sulfury,
Yes it was him alright, I sweared I knowed it was
He had some human flesh stuck underneath his claws,
You know it looked to me like titty skin
I said "You son of a bitch!", 'cause I was mad at him
Well, he just got out his floss
And started picking his fangs,
So I shot him with my shooter,
Said "Bang, bang, bang!"

Then the sucker just laughed and said "Put it away.
You know I ate her all up, now what you gonna say?"
"You ate my Chrissie?!"
"Titties and all!"
"Well, what about the beer then, boy?"
"Uh...were the cans this tall?"
"Even her boots?"
"Would I lie to you?"
"Shit, you musta been hungry."
"Yes, this is true."
"Don't they pay you good for the stuff that you do?"
"Well you know, I can't complain when the checks come through."

"Well I want my Chrissie and I want my beer,
so you just barf it back up, devil, do you hear?"

"Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!
I mean, I am the devil, do you understand?
Just what will you give me for your titties and beer?
I s'pose you noticed this little contract here."

"You're goddman right, you son of a whore!"
("Don't call me that!")
"It's about the only reason I learned writin' for.
Gimme that paper, you bet your ass I will sign,
because I need a beer, and it's titty-squeezin' time."

"Man, you can't fool me, you ain't that bad...I mean,
you should'a seen some of the souls that I've had.
Why there was Milhouse Nixon and Agnew, too, and both
of those suckers was worse than you."

"Well let's make a deal if you think that's true,
I mean, you're the devil, so whatcha gonna do?"

"Wait a minute...a tinge of doubt crosses my mind...wouldn't you say...
that you want to make a deal with me..."

"That's very, very true.
I'm only interested in two things.
See if you can guess what they are."

"I would think...uh...let's see, maybe Stravinsky..."

"I'll give you two clues. Let go of your pickle."

"What?"

"Let go of your pickle!"

"I'm not holding my pickle."

"Well, who's holding your pickle then?"

"I don't know...she's out in the audience...
Dale, would you like to come up here and hold
my pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the stage?"

"I'm only interested in two things, and that's
titties and beer,
you know what I mean?
titties and beer,
titties and beer,
titties and beer,
titties and beer,
titties and beer,
titties and beer,
titties and beer!"

"No, don't sign it, gimme time to think!
I mean hold on a second boy, 'cause that's magic ink!"

And then the devil let go of his pickle,
and out come my girl, there was her titties
flop-floppin'...all around the world.

She said "I got me three beers and a fistful of downs,
and I'm gonna get ripped, so fuck you clowns!"
She gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff.
That's when the devil, he farted,
and she went right over the cliff!
The devil was mad, I took off to my pad,
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?


Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu


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