Song: Do You Like My New Car? Demo
Viewed: 3 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: Frank Zappa, The Mothers &
Year: 2021Viewed: 3 - Published at: 7 years ago
You like my new car?
Well, it's, uh, it's really cool
Do you, uh, know how to get to the Holiday Inn?
Which one are you, uh, staying at?
Uh, the one by the airport
We gotta get up early and fly out in the morning, you know?
Where do you, uh, play tomorrow night?
Uh, Minneapolis
Oh, you're so professional
The way you travel to all those exotic places
Do you really have a hit single on the charts with a bullet?
Listen, honey, huh
Would I lie to you just to get in your pants?
Don't talk to me that way
I'm not a groupie, and neither is my girlfriend
No shit, Howie, we just like musicians for friеnds
But, but you told me you got off with a
With a, with a baby octopus and some cream corn spеwed on you and
Your hair-lipped girlfriend with a hot 7-Up bottle
I mean, really, oh, what's the deal?
Sure, that's all true
And sometimes, I even get off with a jack-in-the-box rim job
But we don't want you to think we're groupies
But, wait a minute, I want some action, I mean
I want a steaming succulent orifice with a teenage girl attached to it, I
I, I thought we were gonna get it on, you know?
I've been looking for a guy from a group with a dick which is a monster (Oh, well that's—)
Well, well, that's me
Well, that's me
Take me, I'm yours, I mean
Fulfill my wildest dreams
Of course, my precious, most seductive pop star of a man
Anything you want (Really?)
Bead jobs (Oh), knotted nylons (Oh), bamboo canes (Oh)
Ice cubes (Oh), Mazola oil (Oh), and/or a portable electric pony harness
Air-cooled, all this and more
Uh, oh, I'm ready
I'm ready, give it to me now, now, now
Give it to me now, right here in the car
Give me the pony harness
Only if you'll sing me your hit single with the bullet first
What?
Uh, I have a problem, uh
Uh, would you like to talk about it?
You see, uh, I can't come (What?)
Uh, I, I can't come unless you sing me your hit
And you gotta sing the bullet, too
The bullet?
The bullet
The bullet is the part that gets me the hottest
Okay, baby, kneel down
Here comes my bullet
Well, it's, uh, it's really cool
Do you, uh, know how to get to the Holiday Inn?
Which one are you, uh, staying at?
Uh, the one by the airport
We gotta get up early and fly out in the morning, you know?
Where do you, uh, play tomorrow night?
Uh, Minneapolis
Oh, you're so professional
The way you travel to all those exotic places
Do you really have a hit single on the charts with a bullet?
Listen, honey, huh
Would I lie to you just to get in your pants?
Don't talk to me that way
I'm not a groupie, and neither is my girlfriend
No shit, Howie, we just like musicians for friеnds
But, but you told me you got off with a
With a, with a baby octopus and some cream corn spеwed on you and
Your hair-lipped girlfriend with a hot 7-Up bottle
I mean, really, oh, what's the deal?
Sure, that's all true
And sometimes, I even get off with a jack-in-the-box rim job
But we don't want you to think we're groupies
But, wait a minute, I want some action, I mean
I want a steaming succulent orifice with a teenage girl attached to it, I
I, I thought we were gonna get it on, you know?
I've been looking for a guy from a group with a dick which is a monster (Oh, well that's—)
Well, well, that's me
Well, that's me
Take me, I'm yours, I mean
Fulfill my wildest dreams
Of course, my precious, most seductive pop star of a man
Anything you want (Really?)
Bead jobs (Oh), knotted nylons (Oh), bamboo canes (Oh)
Ice cubes (Oh), Mazola oil (Oh), and/or a portable electric pony harness
Air-cooled, all this and more
Uh, oh, I'm ready
I'm ready, give it to me now, now, now
Give it to me now, right here in the car
Give me the pony harness
Only if you'll sing me your hit single with the bullet first
What?
Uh, I have a problem, uh
Uh, would you like to talk about it?
You see, uh, I can't come (What?)
Uh, I, I can't come unless you sing me your hit
And you gotta sing the bullet, too
The bullet?
The bullet
The bullet is the part that gets me the hottest
Okay, baby, kneel down
Here comes my bullet
( Frank Zappa, The Mothers & )
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