Frank Zappa Lyrics
Frank Zappa Lyrics
"Magdalena Lyrics"
Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics
Only the strong survive Living all these days for myself, not you Mind your own business I do what I do All of you who like to preach all day Now hear what I have to say The smell of leather makes me high I feel good inside when you cry nor remorse is felt when you sigh because skin keeps me warm and dry Chorus (2X) To wear my boots, I'll take a hide To feed my face, I'll kill with pride In this world of survival Those with strength will have no rival I'll smile as I drive down the street sitting in my car wit
Only the strong survive Living all these days for myself, not you Mind your own business I do what I do All of you who like to preach all day Now hear what I have to say The smell of leather makes me high I feel good inside when you cry nor remorse is felt when you sigh because skin keeps me warm and dry Chorus (2X) To wear my boots, I'll take a hide To feed my face, I'll kill with pride In this world of survival Those with strength will have no rival I'll smile as I drive down the street sitting in my car wit
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 man
A little ole man
Who lived in Montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
With a see-thru blouse
Who loved to grunt and ball - -
And her name was Magdalena
The little ole man
Came home one night
To his house in Montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
"She looks all right!"
And he reached for a tit
And grabbed it tight
And threw her up
Against the wall
(BLUE CROSS!)
Magdalena, my daughter dear,
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard,
Don't you understand,
Making maple syrup
For the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
California Sex Lawyer Lyrics
I'm going coast to coast I'm going nation-wide I've got my hand on the trigger Got my girl by my side I've got the looks that kill I've got a license to love I've got a german shepard And his name is Doug I'm heading for the sun I'm gunna become A California sex lawyer, oh yeah A California sex lawyer, oh yeah A California sex lawyer, oh yeah Well it's not fair, but baby I dont care I've got big ideas I've got back up plans I've got the cha-cha-charisma Got the slight of hand I'm gunna do some damage Gunna bust so
I'm going coast to coast I'm going nation-wide I've got my hand on the trigger Got my girl by my side I've got the looks that kill I've got a license to love I've got a german shepard And his name is Doug I'm heading for the sun I'm gunna become A California sex lawyer, oh yeah A California sex lawyer, oh yeah A California sex lawyer, oh yeah Well it's not fair, but baby I dont care I've got big ideas I've got back up plans I've got the cha-cha-charisma Got the slight of hand I'm gunna do some damage Gunna bust so
The little ole man
With the grubby little hand
Who lived in Montreal
Was drooling a bit
As he reached for her tit
And he said to himself:
"This gonna be it!"
But the girl turned around
And said: "Go eat shit!"
And ran on down the hall.
Right on, Magdalena!
My daughter dear,
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard,
Don't you understand,
Making maple syrup
For the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
Magdalena, don't you tease me like this
Right in the hallway with your blouse and your tits
If your mommy ever finds us like this
She'll call a lawyer, oh how mom will be pissed
DOODLE DOODLE DOODLE DUH-DUH DEE-UH
DOODLE DOODLE DOODLE DUH-DUH DEE-UH
Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena,
daughter of the smog-filled winds of Los Angeles,
I'd like to take you in the closet
and take off your little c
Sorrows Of The Moon Lyrics
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before she sleeps On velvet backs of avalanches soft She often lies enraptured as she dies And gazes on white visions aloft Which like a blossoming to heaven rise When sometimes on this globe, in indolence She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance A poet, set against oblivion Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear This opal drop where rainbow hues appear And hides it in his breast far from the sunothes
until you're virtually stark raving nude,
spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body
and take you down to Hollywood Boulevard
and we can, we can walk down the streets
by the stars that say John Provost and Leo G. Carrol
together, Baby.
We can go dancing up at the Cina Grill ... can't you see it: Frank Pernell and us, until dark ... don't you understand, my Baby ... I didn't mean, I didn't need, I mean ... it was so hard for me ... I 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 god, I gave my sperm to this thing'...and now I just,...oh you got me so hard, I just, I don't know what to do Magdalena, don't you understand? So I grabbed you - but, but don't hold it against me - I mean, your mom will never know, Baby ... and I wantcha to come back to me... I mean... do you understand me?... I want you to... I'm down on my knees to ya, Magdalena... I wantcha ta walk back to me, Baby... I wantcha to turn around by the Sparkletts machine... that's it! that's it!... in the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon Jesus picture on the wall... an
ive inch spike heels that you got at Frederick's, 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 Baby, dontcha understand me Baby... I want you to walk back... I'm down on bended knees, Baby... I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra...Don't you understand me. I'm gonna take off you little maroon hot pants... I'm gonna get down on my knees, Baby... dontcha understand what I'm saying to you... your mom will never know... she's playing bridge with the girls... and you and I... you and I will... Baby, it's 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 your daddy... 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 didn't know what I was doing...I got carried away... walk bac
k, oh please, to your daddy!... come on, Magdalena... to your daddy, Baby... your mom will never know... come back to you daddy!...
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before she sleeps On velvet backs of avalanches soft She often lies enraptured as she dies And gazes on white visions aloft Which like a blossoming to heaven rise When sometimes on this globe, in indolence She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance A poet, set against oblivion Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear This opal drop where rainbow hues appear And hides it in his breast far from the sun
until you're virtually stark raving nude,
spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body
and take you down to Hollywood Boulevard
and we can, we can walk down the streets
by the stars that say John Provost and Leo G. Carrol
together, Baby.
We can go dancing up at the Cina Grill ... can't you see it: Frank Pernell and us, until dark ... don't you understand, my Baby ... I didn't mean, I didn't need, I mean ... it was so hard for me ... I 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 god, I gave my sperm to this thing'...and now I just,...oh you got me so hard, I just, I don't know what to do Magdalena, don't you understand? So I grabbed you - but, but don't hold it against me - I mean, your mom will never know, Baby ... and I wantcha to come back to me... I mean... do you understand me?... I want you to... I'm down on my knees to ya, Magdalena... I wantcha ta walk back to me, Baby... I wantcha to turn around by the Sparkletts machine... that's it! that's it!... in the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon Jesus picture on the wall... an
Pain For Pleasure Lyrics
The seas have parted, the endings started, the sky has turned to black. A killing spree through eternity, the devil stabs you in the back, It's midnight now you must escape somehow, torture is his leisure, don't try to hide he'll make you subside, as he exchanges pain for pleasure, [chorus] Pain for pleasure, he's the hunter you're the game, Pain for pleasure, Satan is his name!"
d I want you to step, Baby, I want you to walk back in your fThe seas have parted, the endings started, the sky has turned to black. A killing spree through eternity, the devil stabs you in the back, It's midnight now you must escape somehow, torture is his leisure, don't try to hide he'll make you subside, as he exchanges pain for pleasure, [chorus] Pain for pleasure, he's the hunter you're the game, Pain for pleasure, Satan is his name!"
ive inch spike heels that you got at Frederick's, 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 Baby, dontcha understand me Baby... I want you to walk back... I'm down on bended knees, Baby... I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra...Don't you understand me. I'm gonna take off you little maroon hot pants... I'm gonna get down on my knees, Baby... dontcha understand what I'm saying to you... your mom will never know... she's playing bridge with the girls... and you and I... you and I will... Baby, it's 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 your daddy... 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 didn't know what I was doing...I got carried away... walk bac
k, oh please, to your daddy!... come on, Magdalena... to your daddy, Baby... your mom will never know... come back to you daddy!...