Packard Goose

Maybe you thought I was the Packard Goose Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse For being what I am Do you hear me, then? All them rock 'n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze Selling punk like some new kind of English disease Is that the wave of the future? Aw, spare me please! Oh no, you gotta go Who do you write for? I want to know I believe you is the government's whore And keeping peoples dumb (I'm really dumb) Is where you're coming from And keeping peoples dumb (I'm really dumb) Is where you're coming from Fuck all them writers with the pen in their hand I will be more specific so they might understand They can all kiss my ass But because it's so grand They best just stay away Hey, hey, hey Hey, Joe, who did you blow? Moe pushed the button boy And you went to the show Better suck a little harder or the shekels won't flow And I don't mean your thumb (Don't mean your thumb) So on your knees you bum Just tell yourself it's yum (Yourself it's yum) And suck it 'till you're numb Journalism's kinda scary And of it we should be wary Wonder what became of Mary? Voice Of Mary's Vision: Hi! It's me... the girl from the bus... Remember? The last tour? Well... Information is not knowledge Knowledge is not wisdom Wisdom is not truth Truth is not beauty Beauty is not love Love is not music Music is THE BEST... Wisdom is the domain of the Wis (which is extinct) Beauty is a French phonetic corruption Of a short cloth neck ornament Currently in resurgence... If you're in the audience and like what we do Well, we want you to know that we like you all too But as for the sucker who will write the review If his mind is prehensile (Mind is prehensile) He'll put down his pencil (Put down his pencil) And have himself a squat On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil) Give it all you got On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil) Sit 'n spin until you rot On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil) He really needs to squat On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil) (Cosmic Utensil) Now that I got that over with I'll just play my imaginary guitar again Hey... hah... soundin' really good, indeed! Ah... get down... UH! Boy, what an imagination! Love myself better than I love myself... I think... What tone! Sounds like an Elegant Gypsy! What is that! Musk? It's hip! --- Packard Goose - Frank Zappa