Текст песни Frank Zappa - Magdalena, слова песни Frank Zappa

Текст песни Frank Zappa - Magdalena

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Mark volman (lead vocals)Howard kaylan (lead vocals)Ian underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)Aynsley dunbar (drums)Don preston (keyboards, mini-moog)Jim pons (bass, vocals)There was a manA little ole manWho lived in montrealWith a wife and a kidAnd a car and a houseAnd a teenage daughterWith a see-thru blouseWho loved to grunt and ball - -And her name was magdalenaThe little ole manCame home one nightTo his house in montreal.He caught his daughterIn the blouse by the lightAnd he said to himself:"she looks all right!"And he reached for a titAnd grabbed it tightAnd threw her upAgainst the wall(blue cross!)Magdalena, my daughter dear,Do not be concerned when yourCanadian daddy comes near.My daughter dearDo not be concerned when yourCanadian daddy comes near.I work so hard,Dont you understand,Making maple syrupFor the pancakes of our land.Do you have any ideaWhat that can do to a manWhat that can do to a man? Do you have any ideaWhat that can do to a manWhat that can do to a man? The little ole manWith the grubby little handWho lived in montrealWas drooling a bitAs he reached for her titAnd he said to himself:"this gonna be it!"But the girl turned aroundAnd said: "go eat shit!"And ran on down the hall.Right on, magdalena!My daughter dear,Do not be concerned when yourCanadian daddy comes near.My daughter dearDo not be concerned when yourCanadian daddy comes near.I work so hard,Dont you understand,Making maple syrupFor the pancakes of our land.Do you have any idea? What that can do to a manWhat that can do to a man? Do you have any idea? What that can do to a manWhat that can do to a man? Magdalena, dont you tease me like thisRight in the hallway with your blouse and your titsIf your mommy ever finds us like thisShell call a lawyer, oh how mom will be pissedDoodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uhDoodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uhMagdalena, magdalena, magdalena, magdalena,Daughter of the smog-filled winds of los angeles,Id like to take you in the closetAnd take off your little clothesUntil youre virtually stark raving nude,Spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your bodyAnd take you down to hollywood boulevardAnd we can, we can walk down the streetsBy the stars that say john provost and leo g. carrolTogether, baby.We can go dancing up at the cina grill ... cant you see it: frank pernell and us, until dark ... dont you understand, my baby ... I didnt mean, I didnt need, I mean ... it was so hard for meI just ... I saw you standing under the shell pest strip late last night, in the light, with your little nipples protruding through your little see-thru thingie...and I just said my god, my godAve my sperm to this thing...and now I just,...oh you got me so hard, I just, I dont know what to do magdalena, dont you understand? so I grabbed you - but, but dont hold it against me - I mYour mom will never know, baby ... and I wantcha to come back to me... I mean... do you understand me? ... I want you to... Im down on my knees to ya, magdalena... I wantcha ta walk back to me,.. I wantcha to turn around by the sparkletts machine... thats it! thats it!... in the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon jesus picture on the wall... and I want you to step, baby,Nt you to walk back in your fIve inch spike heels that you got at fredericks, same time you and your mommy got that crotchless underwear last year for the christmas... and I want you to stroll back to me, baby... walk back, dontcha understand me baby... I want you to walk back... Im down on bended knees, baby... Im gonna, Im gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra...dont you understand me. Im gonna tFf you little maroon hot pants... Im gonna get down on my knees, baby... dontcha understand what Im saying to you... your mom will never know... shes playing bridge with the girls... and you... you and I will... baby, its just you and i... dontcha understand... we can make love all night long... nobody will ever know... come on, magdalena! ...please, little girl... walk back to yoDdy... what did I do that was so wrong? ...my god, I was only following the sexual impulse like I heard on the johnny carson show...from a book or something I wrote, I didnt know what I was doinGot carried away... walk bacK, oh please, to your daddy!... come on, magdalena... to your daddy, baby... your mom will never know... come back to you daddy!...

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