Lyrics:
(SPOKEN)
DORIS: Gee, I'm glad you came over tonight
FRANK: Yeah! It'll be nice riding with the top down
DORIS: Oh, but I've spent the afternoon
(SPOKEN)
DORIS: Gee, I'm glad you came over tonight
FRANK: Yeah! It'll be nice riding with the top down
DORIS: Oh, but I've spent the afternoon
(SPOKEN)
DORIS: Gee, I'm glad you came over tonight
FRANK: Yeah! It'll be nice riding with the top down
DORIS: Oh, but I've spent the afternoon
(SPOKEN)
DORIS: Gee, I'm glad you came over tonight
FRANK: Yeah! It'll be nice riding with the top down
DORIS: Oh, but I've spent the afternoon
a pretty Creol queen
So I'm leavin' this poor north so cold and eatin' shramps instead of beans
Just like old Frank sittin' there by me the fire was dying
We had the greatest time
At Frank Sinatra's party
We drank expensive wine
Then watched the night roll by
I saw a showgirl dance
With Sammy
the springtime
I never seen Frank again
'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on grainer
Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and the wind
They found
See dead pixels
As I smell smoke
Through the lens of a long black coat
Onto thin wrists, sun fights
Into the room, line by line
I'm
A little frank
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
(Rachel Dennison/Randy Parton/ Frank Dycus)
I know there's times when you must wonder
If my love is true, and I'm satisfied
I wish I knew a way
p.m.
I was working the holiday watch out of homicide with Frank.
"Hang up your stocking yet, Joe?"
"Yeah, just before I come down. You too Frank
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
on the hill
I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range"
I can see them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin' low across the plains
It's me and you Frank we're
Retreated up in altitude
Defeated by my attitude I am
But let's be Frank, let's be Frank or Bill I'm paid to give a damn!
Let's be Frank, let's be Frank
Written by Paul Frank
Lead vocals by James Young
I have seen you
walk in my dreams
casted high against the sky
let me meet you
let me greet
(Zaytoven)
Haan (haan)
It's Gucci (it's Gucci) (uh)
Haan (haan) (alright)
I feel like Scarface, I'ma rob Frank and buy a Frank Muller (damn)
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
And they call to me
I wasn't in the bottle
Next to me
I'm down by the call
Maybe the sun
Where nobody feels
They gotta give it and go
She's
The sound that you're listening to
Is from my guitar that's named Lucille
I'm very crazy about Lucille, Lucille took me from the plantation
The sound that you're listenin' to
Is from my guitar that's named Lucille
I'm very crazy about Lucille
Lucille took me from the plantation
Or you
Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff
I told them tell me what you need
And you know I might fix it
And through it all when I'm involved
I resolve all the falls that you listing
I Told
Maître by Pierre Boulez
I'm glad you recognize it, Frank
Every time I hear a gong and a flute
This many pears
Hey listen, you know where these people
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Mike Keneally (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
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