The Crab-Grass Baby - Frank Zappa
Lyrics by：Frank Zappa
Composed by：Frank Zappa
Stroke me pompadour pompaduooor pompaduooor pompaduooor
Stroke me pompadour father
Stroke it nicely while I tell you about the problems I am having
With my car an' my girlfriend
Ooo-wo-woo the white man's burden
Her and her girlfriend used to go out
And booze it up and tear up the upholstery
Rip the seats completely out
And so I got a fifty-six Olds
About the time I got it running decently
She got in it and wrecked the trans tore it completely up
So I had to get another Oldsmobile
Either that or go to Tijuana
Or go to BROWN MOSES way down in Egypt-Land
It's so hard on a child when his car is f**ked up
Buy me a Volvo faaather
Isn't it terrific artificial RHONDA
One-Adam-Twelve see the enormous white pompadour
Ha-ha-ha-ho
That's a good one
Hoo-hoo-hoo
He's so young and yet so wise
I pooped my pants pooped my pants pooped my pants
I went doody faaather sob-sob-sob-sob-sob
His vocabulary is astonishing
So what if you suck a little cock every once in a while
Ohhh I'm so lucky to have a son like this
Barf me out gag me with a Volvo
I can't wait to show him to all the fellas down at the MINE-SHAFT
Take me to the movies
Buy me a balloon
Stroke me pompadour
Look look look at the pecker on him wouldja
Goodjy-goodjy-goodjy-goo
Hoo hoo hoo
Dis boy have a 'PROVLEM'
However how 'bout a nice round of applause fo de three 'WISE MAMMIES'
Comin' atcha outa chute numba five
