Song: Scene 57: The Perverted Nun Dialog Protection Reel
Viewed: 16 - Published at: 8 years ago
Artist: Frank Zappa & The Mothers
Year: 2021Viewed: 16 - Published at: 8 years ago
I'm going to die, I know I'm going to die
I can tell because my pulse is so weak
The pills, I, I took so many downers that I know this is the end for me
You poor thing, you want us to fix your hair for you so you look good when they find you?
Oh, would you?
Sure, what do you want?
A pony tail? A flat-top with fenders?
I'm gonna die, Janet, I'm gonna OD
So make me look good
Listen, the best I can do is fix your hair
So why don't you get up and wash that melted eye-make-up off your face
Is it smeared? I've been crying so much
It's so damn sad when you know you'll never see all your friends anymore
Oh, every week, it's the samе old thing
You're gonna die, you're gonna diе
Somebody went out on you, somebody doesn't love you anymore
How long you been a groupie?
You should get used to romances which are so obviously cheap
Listen, just in case you crash out
And the imaginary rock n' roll newspaper from San Francisco
Wants to get any pictures of you
You'll look like you washed your face
Really, it's better this way with a clean face
People always think groupies are such dirty girls
Wouldn't mind sort of fucking all three of them
Look, over there (What?)
He's doing it, he's watching us from the fake bandstand with the binoculars
Who? The Englishness?
The rivet boy
The rivet boy? Where?
Over there, wipe that stuff out of your eyes
It looks like he's beating off
Beating off, I knew he was a pervert
Ooh, how exciting
Hey, are you still trying to OD?
Yes, this definitely is the end for me
I feel so faint and so weak
Good evening, honey
That was the most imaginary collapse I've seen since last week
Janet, do you think she's going to die?
Are you kidding? Did you see her hit the floor?
God, well, it was so obviously cheap, lift your head, honey
I'm gonna die
This time, it's real
Listen, Lucy, we've gotta get ready for our big dance number
We're going to the fake night club tonight
Oh, everything's getting dim
Why don't you tell her a story while you're putting your makeup on?
Oh
Listen, toots, I'm gonna make up a nice little fairytale for you
Oh, the pills, the Mandrex, I took so many of them
I'll tell you part of the story, and then you make up another part that goes along with it
Once upon a time, there was a tall, handsome, muscular
Dwarf
With a very special
Swedish apparatus
That him and his friends would use in conjunction with
Bold new surgical experiments
Involving
A bludgeon, a bottle of champagne
And a
Microwave oven
From a
Jumbo jet, one of the big jobs leased from Air Rangoon
Which, when used correctly
Can effectively increase the dimensions
And fire-power of your
Dick
To the point where
In some instances, it should be classified as a lethal weapon
I can tell because my pulse is so weak
The pills, I, I took so many downers that I know this is the end for me
You poor thing, you want us to fix your hair for you so you look good when they find you?
Oh, would you?
Sure, what do you want?
A pony tail? A flat-top with fenders?
I'm gonna die, Janet, I'm gonna OD
So make me look good
Listen, the best I can do is fix your hair
So why don't you get up and wash that melted eye-make-up off your face
Is it smeared? I've been crying so much
It's so damn sad when you know you'll never see all your friends anymore
Oh, every week, it's the samе old thing
You're gonna die, you're gonna diе
Somebody went out on you, somebody doesn't love you anymore
How long you been a groupie?
You should get used to romances which are so obviously cheap
Listen, just in case you crash out
And the imaginary rock n' roll newspaper from San Francisco
Wants to get any pictures of you
You'll look like you washed your face
Really, it's better this way with a clean face
People always think groupies are such dirty girls
Wouldn't mind sort of fucking all three of them
Look, over there (What?)
He's doing it, he's watching us from the fake bandstand with the binoculars
Who? The Englishness?
The rivet boy
The rivet boy? Where?
Over there, wipe that stuff out of your eyes
It looks like he's beating off
Beating off, I knew he was a pervert
Ooh, how exciting
Hey, are you still trying to OD?
Yes, this definitely is the end for me
I feel so faint and so weak
Good evening, honey
That was the most imaginary collapse I've seen since last week
Janet, do you think she's going to die?
Are you kidding? Did you see her hit the floor?
God, well, it was so obviously cheap, lift your head, honey
I'm gonna die
This time, it's real
Listen, Lucy, we've gotta get ready for our big dance number
We're going to the fake night club tonight
Oh, everything's getting dim
Why don't you tell her a story while you're putting your makeup on?
Oh
Listen, toots, I'm gonna make up a nice little fairytale for you
Oh, the pills, the Mandrex, I took so many of them
I'll tell you part of the story, and then you make up another part that goes along with it
Once upon a time, there was a tall, handsome, muscular
Dwarf
With a very special
Swedish apparatus
That him and his friends would use in conjunction with
Bold new surgical experiments
Involving
A bludgeon, a bottle of champagne
And a
Microwave oven
From a
Jumbo jet, one of the big jobs leased from Air Rangoon
Which, when used correctly
Can effectively increase the dimensions
And fire-power of your
Dick
To the point where
In some instances, it should be classified as a lethal weapon
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