Текст песни Frank Zappa - Punkys Whips
Frank Zappa - Punkys Whips слова песни
Terry bozzio (drums)Roy estrada (vocals, bass)Adrian belew (guitar)Ed mann (percussion)Patrick ohearn (bass)Tommy mars (keyboards)Peter wolf (keyboards)Alright!Whats this? Thank you! what? ok!Thank you! wait a minute!Ah...take these...Ok!In todays rapidly changing worldRock groups appear every fifteen minutes,Utilising some new promotional device.Some of these devices have been knownTo leave irreparable scarsOn the minds of foolish young consumers.One such case is seated before you:Little skinny terry ted bozzio,That cute little drummer!Thats right!Terry recently fell in loveWith a publicity-photo of a boy named punky meadows...(oh punky!)...Lead guitar player from a group called angel.In the photograph,Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdoIn a semi-profile which emphasized the pootched out succulenceOf his insolent pouting rictus,The sight of which drove the helpless young drummer mad with desire!I cant stand the way he poutscause he might not be pouting for me!Punky meadows, pouting for you? Ha! you bet sailor!You mean,You mean hes not...hes not pouting...Hes not pouting for me? His hairs so shiny and its done real nicetil I squirm with ecstasyPunky, punky, give me your lips to die on!Oh punky, isnt it romantic? Punky, punky, give me your lipsTo die on...i promise not to come in your mouthPunky, punky, your albums the shits!Its all wrong!I aint really queerBut if he ever got nearSteven tyler would pay to see!Pay to see!Punkys lips, punkys lipsHis hairs so shiny,I love his hips!I love his teeth and his gums and such!Punky(what is it? you come home!)Youre an angel!Youre too much(oh god!)The boys of my thoughts in my lonely teenage room!Hes been havin a rash(no shit!)That keeps the girls away(its true)Skin doom(skin doom)Is what the doctors sayAnd that makes me wonderI wonder what punky is rehearsing todayIll just go over, and hear him playHis hair is so pretty...id like to bite his neckIve heard a rumor hes more fluid than jeff beckBut I aint queerI aint gay(hes a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)A wrist array-ee-ay(thats all that is, I swear!)Punkys lips, punkys lips!Oh! I love his hair while eatin dunk-y chipsYeah! I love his blink and his blank-blank-blankWhy, maybe hed like to yank my crank? Yank it punky!Yank it faster!Yank it harder!Yank it all nite long!Come on punky!Get funky!I aint queerNo no no no!I aint gayNo no no no!(hes a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)Wrist array-ee-ayAnd then he told me now:I aint queer!(hey!)I aint gay!(hey! hey!)(hes a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)I-i, lord,Im fo-o-o-ond of chiffo-onIn a wrist array-ee-ayOh oh oh oh!I-i, I said Im fo-o-ond of chiffo-onIn a wri-i-i-i-ist arrayCome on punky!Give me your lips!Ride on my venus-trip!Patrick ohearn,Adrian belew,Tommy mars,Terry bozzio,Peter wolf,Ed mann.Thanks for comin to the show!