Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top (Live) - Frank Zappa/Captain Beefheart/The Mothers
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
Why when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin
And that called that 'tobacco juice'
I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
My entire room absorbed every echo
The music was thud like The music was thud like
I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
Opaque melodies that would bug most people
Music from the other side of the fence
A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
With same color shadows and seamed( ) knobbed knees and what-nots
The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
Up a wrought iron fire escape
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with
Dark hard dark rubber wheels
Roll skreek Roll skreek Roll skreek
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
Sam was a BASKET CASE
A hardened dark ivory clip held saleable everyday pencils
I wish I had a pair 'o bongos
Bongo Fury Bongo Fury
(boogie )
Bongo Fury Bongo Fury
