The Crab-Grass Baby

Stroke me pompadour Pompaduooor, pompaduooor Pompaduooor stroke me pompadour Father stroke it nicely while I tell You about the problems I am having with My car an my girlfriend ooo-wo-woo The white man's burden! Her and her girlfriend used to go Out and booze it up And tear up the upholstery rip The seats completely out, and so I Got a fifty-six Olds about the time I got it running decently She got in it and wrecked The transtore it completely up So I had to get another Oldsmobile (either that or go to Tijuana or go to BROWN MOSES way down in Egypt-Land) it's So hard on a child when his car Is fucked up buy me a Volvo, faaather Isn't it terrific, artificial RHONDA! One-Adam Twelvesee the enormous white Pompadour! Ha-Ha ha-ho! That's a good one! Hoo hoo hoo He's so young, and yet, SO WISE! I pooped my pants, pooped my pants, pooped My pants! I went doody, faaather Sob-sob-sob-sob-sob His vocabulary is astonishing! So what if you suck a little Cock every once in a while? Ohhhi'm so lucky to have a son like this Barf me outgag me with a Volvo! I can't wait to show him to all The fellas down at the MINE-SHAFT! Take me to the movies buy me A balloon stroke me pompadour! Look! Look! Look at the pecker on him Wouldja! Goodjy-goodjy-goodjy-goo! Hoo Hoo hoo! Dis boy have a 'PROVLEM'! However How 'bout a nice Round of applause fo de three 'WISE MAMMIES' Comin' atcha outa chute numba five! --- The Crab-Grass Baby - Frank Zappa