Frank Zappa - Lonesome cowboy Burt
Tekst :
JIMMY CARL BLACK: (SINGING) MY NAME IS BURTRAM
I AM A REDNECK
ALL MY FRIENDS,
THEY CALL ME BURT
MARK & HOWARD: HI, BURT!
JIMMY: ALL MY FAMILY
FROM DOWN IN TEXAS
MAKE THEIR LIVIN DIGGIN DIRT
COME OUT HERE
TO CALIFORNY
JUST TO FIND ME
SOME PRETTY GIRLS
ONES I SEEN
GETS ME SO HORNY
RUBY LIPS
N TEETH LIKE PEARLS
WANNA LOVE EM ALL
WANNA LOVE EM DEARLY
WANN PRETTY GIRL,
I LL EVEN PAY...
I D BUY EM FURS
I D BUY EM JEWELRY...
I KNOW THEY LIKE ME,
HERE S WHAT I LL SAY
I M LONESOME COWBOY BURT!
(SPEAKIN ATCHA!)
COME SMELL MY FRING-Y SHIRT!
(REEKIN ATCHA!)
MY COWBOY PANTS,
MY COWBOY DANCE,
MY BOLD ADVANCE
ON THIS
HERE
WAITRESS
MARK & HOWARD: HE S LONESOME COWBOY BURT
DON T YOU GET HIS FEELINGS HURT
JIMMY: COME ON IN THIS PLACE
AN I LL BUY YOU A TASTE,
N YOU CAN SIT ON MY FACE
WHERE S MY WAITRESS?
MARK & HOWARD: BURTRAM, BURTRAM REDNECK
BURTRAM, BURTRAM REDNECK
JIMMY: I M AN AWFUL NICE GUY
I SWEAT ALL DAY IN THE SUN
I M A ROOFER BY TRADE,
QUITE A BUNDLE I VE MADE,
I M A UNIONIZED ROOFIN OLD
SON-OF-A-GUN
MARK & HOWARD: HE S A UNIONIZED ROOFIN OLD
SON-OF-A-GUN
JIMMY: WHEN I GET OFF, I GET PLASTERED
I DRINK TILL I FALL ONNA FLOOR,
FIND ME SOME COMMUNIST BASTARD
N STOMP ON HIS FACE TILL HE DON T
MOVE NO MORE
MARK & HOWARD: HE STOMPS ON HIS FACE TILL HE DON T
MOVE NO MORE
JIMMY: I FUSS AN I CUSS AN I KEEP ON DRINKIN
TILL MY EYES PUFF UP AN TURN RED
I DROOL ON M SHIRT
I SEE IF HE S HURT
THEN I KICK HIM AGAIN IN THE HEAD, LET S!
EVERYBODY: KICK HIM AGAIN IN THE HEAD, BOYS!
KICK HIM AGAIN IN THE HEAD, NOW!
KICK HIM AGAIN IN THE HEAD!
JIMMY: LONESOME COWBOY BURT
(SPEAKIN ATCHA!)
COME SMELL MY FRING-Y SHIRT
(REEKIN ATCHA!)
MY COWBOY PANTS,
MY COWBOY DANCE,
MY BOLD ADVANCE
ON THIS
HERE
WAITRESS
MARK & HOWARD: HE S LONESOME COWBOY BURT
DON TCHA GET HIS FEELINGS HURT
JIMMY: COME ON IN THIS PLACE
AN I LL BUY YOU A TASTE
N YOU CAN SIT ON MY FACE
WHERE S MY WAITRESS
OPAL, YOU HOT LITTLE BITCH!