My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama
Frank Zappa
You know, your momma and your daddy Saying I'm no good for you They call me dirty from the alley Till I don't know what to do I get so tired of sneakin' around Just to get to your back door I crawl past the garbage and Your momma jumps out, screamin' ";Don't come back no more"; I can't take it My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to burn your dad I get real mean when it makes me mad Later I tried to call you Your momma told me you weren't there She told me: ";Don't bother to call again"; 'Less I cut off all my hair I get so tired of sneakin' around Just to get to your back door I crawl past the garbage and Your momma jumps out, screamin' ";Don't come back no more"; Later I tried to call you Your momma told me you weren't there She told me: ";Don't bother to call again"; 'Less I cut off all my hair I get so tired of sneakin' around Just to get to your back door I crawl past the garbage and Your momma jumps out, screamin' ";Don't come back no more"; My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to burn your dad I get real mean when it makes me mad60s alternative amazing american Avant-Garde bolg classic rock Experimental Rock Frank Zappa fun guitar long title oldies own parental massacre Progressive rock psychedelic Psychedelic Rock rhythm and blues rock topshelf zappa Zappa - Industrial Strength Gu Zappa plays guitar
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