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frank zappa - punky's whips [live at the palladium, nyc / 10-29-77 / show 1] كلمات الأغنية

[spoken]
in today’s rapidly changing world, rock groups appear every fifteen minutes utilizing some new promotional device. some of these devices have been known to leave irreparable scars on the minds of foolish you consumers. one such case is seated before you. little skinny terry “ted” bozzio, that cute little drummer! that’s right! terry recently fell in love with 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 hairdo. in a semi_profile which emphasized the pooched out succulence, of his insolent, pouting, rictus. the sight of which drove the helpless young drummer mad with desire!

[verse 1]
i can’t stand the way he pouts
’cause he might not be pouting for me
(punky meadows, pouting for you?
ha, you bet sailor. ’cause i think the guy’s g_y)
you mean, you mean
he’s not, he’s not pouting, he’s not pouting for me?
his hair’s so shiny and it’s done real nice
’til i squirm with ecstasy

[verse 2]
punky, punky
give me your lips to die on
oh, punky, isn’t it romantic?

[verse 3]
punky, punky
give me your lips to die on
i promise not come in your mouth
punky, punky
your album’s the sh_ts
it’s all wrong
[verse 4]
i ain’t really queer
but if he ever got near
steven tyler would pay to see, pay to see

[verse 5]
punky’s lips, punky’s lips
his hair’s so shiny, i love his hips
i love his t__th and his gums and such
punky (what is it?)
you’re an angel (oh, nice..)
you’re too much

[bridge]
the voice of my thoughts
in my lonely teenage room
(he’s been having a rash)
no sh_t
(that keeps the girls away
skin doom)
skin doom?
(is what the doctors say)
and that makes me wonder
i wonder what punky is rehearsing today
i’ll just go over and hear him play
his hair is so pretty
i’d like to bite his neck
i’ve heard a rumor, he’s more fluid than jeff beck
[chorus]
but i ain’t queer
i ain’t g_y
(he’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array
a wrist array)
that’s all it is, i swear

[verse 6]
punk’s lips, punk’s lips
oh, i love his hair while eatin’ dunky chips
yeah, i love his blink
and his blank_blank_blank
why, maybe he’d like to yank my crank!
yank it punky
yank it faster
yank it harder
yank it all night long
come on punky
get funky

[chorus]
i ain’t queer
no, no, no, no
i ain’t g_y
no, no, no, no
(he’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array
a wrist array
and then he told me now)
i ain’t queer (hey)
i ain’t g_y (hey, hey)
(he’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array
a wrist array)
[verse 7]
i, lord, i’m fond of chiffon
in a wrist array
oh, oh, oh, oh
i, lord, i swear i’m fond of chiffon
in a wrist array
come on punky
give me your lips
right on my p_n_s tip
hee_hee_hee_hee_hee

[spoken]
patrick o’hearn, adrian belew, tommy mars, terry bozzio, peter wolf, ed mann, and the audience! thank you very much for comin’ to the show, hope you enjoyed it. good night!

- frank zappa

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