Harry, You're A Beast
Frank Zappa
I'm gonna tell you the way it is And I'm not gonna be kind or easy Your whole attitude stinks, I say And the life you lead is completely empty You paint your head Your mind is dead You don't even know what I just said THAT'S YOU: AMERICAN WOMANHOOD! You're phony on top You're phony underneath You lay in bed & grit your teeth MADGE, I WANT YOUR BODY! HARRY, GET BACK! MADGE, IT'S NOT MERELY PHYSICAL! HARRY, YOU'RE A BEAST! Don't come in me, in me Don't come in me, in me Don't come in me, in me Don't come in me, in me MADGE, I . . . MADGE . . . I COULDN'T HELP IT . . . I . . . DOGGONE IT!60s 88 band Avant-Garde classic rock Experimental Rock Frank Zappa hippies humour jazz other psychedelic Psychedelic Rock rock sixties zappa zappa-esque
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