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Текст песни Frank Zappa - Titties Beer

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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)Eddie jobson (keyboards, violin, vocals)Patrick ohearn (bass, vocals)Terry bozzio (drums, vocals)Ruth underwood (percussion, synthesizer)Don pardo (vocals)David samuels (vibes)Randy brecker (trumpet)Mike brecker (tenor saxophone, flute)Lou marini (alto saxophone, flute)Ronnie cuber (baritone saxophone, clarinet)Tom malone (trombone, trumpet, piccolo)John bergamo (percussion over-dub)Ed mann (percussion over-dub)Louanne neil (osmotic harp over-dub)It was the blackest nightThere was no moon in sightYou know the stars aint shinincause the skys too tightI heard the scarey windI seen some ugly treesThere was a werewolf honkinlong the side of meIm mean n Im bad, yknow I aint no sissyGot a big-titty girly by the name of chrissyTalkin about her n my bike n me...n this ride up the mountain of mystery, mysteryI noticed even the cricketsWas actin weird up hereAnd so I figured I mightJust drink a little beerI said, "gimme summa that what yer suckin on..."But there was no replycause she was gone..."wheres those titties that I like so welln my goddamn beer!"Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noiseLike a crunchin twig, n up jumped the devil...hes about this big...He had a red suit onAn a widows peakAn then a pointed tailn like a sulphur reekYes, it was him awrightI sweared I knowed it wasHe had some human fleshStuck underneath his clawsYou know it looked to meLike it was titty skinI said, "you sonofabitch!"cause I was mad at him,Well he just got out his flossn started cleanin his fangSo I shot him with my shooterSaid: bang bang bangThen the sucker just laughed n said, "put it away...You know, I ate her all up...now what youGonna say? "You ate my chrissy? "titties n all!"Well, what about the beer then, boy? "were the cansThis tall? "Even her boots? "would I lie to you? "Shit, you musta been hungry! "yes, this is true."Well dont they pay you good for theStuff that you do? "well, you know, I cant complain when the checks come through..."Well I want my chrissy, n I want my beerSo you just barf it back up now, devil,Do you hear? "blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the devil,Do you understand? just what will you give meFor yourTitties and beer? I suppose you noticed this littleContract here..." yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore,"dont call me that"Thats about the only reason...gimme that paper...bet yer ass Ill sign...cause I need a beer, n its titty-squeezin time"man, you cant fool me...you aint that bad...I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls I had...Why there was milhous nixon n agnew, too...n both of those suckers was worse n you..."Well, lets make a deal if you think thats trueI mean, youre the devil, so whatcha gonna do? (improvised dialog)"wait a minute...a tinge of doubt crosses my mind...when you say...That you want to make a deal with me...""thats very, very trueIm only interested in two things"yeah? "See if you can guess what they are""i would think...uh...lets see, maybe stravinsky...""ill give you two clues. let go of your pickle""what? ""let go of your pickle!""im not holding my pickle""well, whos holding your pickle then? ""i dont know...shes out in the audience...Hey dale, would you like to come up here and holdMy pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the stage? ""im only interested in two things, and thatsTitties and beerYou know what I mean? "what? "Titties and beerTitties and beerTitties and beerTitties and beerTitties and beerTitties and beerTitties and beer!"Titties and beer!""i dont know if youre the right guy? "Titties and beer!"Titties and beer!""no! dont sign it! give me time to think...I mean hold on a second boy, cause thats magic ink!"And then the devil let go of his pickleAnd out come my girl, there was her tittiesFlop-floppin...all around the worldShe said "i got me three beers and a fistful of downsAnd Im gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns!"Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiffThats when the devil, he fartedAnd she went right over the cliff!The devil was mad, I took off to my padI swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?

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