7/25/2009, 10:38 pm
Based on Frank Zappa's Camarillo Brillo (Over-Nite Sensation 1973)
He has the Cammarano nano
the little brain inside his head.
I mean his mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red
He ruled the toads
Of the Hoboken
And every newt in New Jersey
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bushy DNC.
He said He was
A magic papa
And He could throw a mean scam-o
And carried on without a comma
That He was someone I should know
He had a flake for a pet
And an amulet
And He was buying a jet
But he wasnt done yet
He had perfect skin
A Che with a pin
I told him he was awright
But I couldnt come in
(I couldnt come in right then…)
And so he wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
He said his stereo was four-way
An Id just love it in his room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past his fuming incense stencher
To where he mixed his gin and schweppes
He threw away
His ranchid nachos
An laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An it was useless any more
He had a flake for a pet
And an amulet
And He was buying a jet
But he wasnt done yet
He had perfect skin
A Che with a pin
I told him he was awright
But I couldnt come in
(actually, I was very busy then)
And so he wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
He said his stereo was four-way
An Id just love it in his room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past his fuming incense stencher
To where he mixed his gin and schweppes
He said He was
A magic papa
And He could throw a mean scam-o
And carried on without a comma
That He was someone I should know
(is that a real poncho…i mean
Is that a mexican poncho
Or is that a sears poncho?
Hmmm…no foolin …)
He has the Cammarano nano
the little brain inside his head.
I mean his mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red
He ruled the toads
Of the Hoboken
And every newt in New Jersey
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bushy DNC.
He said He was
A magic papa
And He could throw a mean scam-o
And carried on without a comma
That He was someone I should know
He had a flake for a pet
And an amulet
And He was buying a jet
But he wasnt done yet
He had perfect skin
A Che with a pin
I told him he was awright
But I couldnt come in
(I couldnt come in right then…)
And so he wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
He said his stereo was four-way
An Id just love it in his room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past his fuming incense stencher
To where he mixed his gin and schweppes
He threw away
His ranchid nachos
An laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An it was useless any more
He had a flake for a pet
And an amulet
And He was buying a jet
But he wasnt done yet
He had perfect skin
A Che with a pin
I told him he was awright
But I couldnt come in
(actually, I was very busy then)
And so he wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
He said his stereo was four-way
An Id just love it in his room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past his fuming incense stencher
To where he mixed his gin and schweppes
He said He was
A magic papa
And He could throw a mean scam-o
And carried on without a comma
That He was someone I should know
(is that a real poncho…i mean
Is that a mexican poncho
Or is that a sears poncho?
Hmmm…no foolin …)
