200 Motels - Penis Dimension
200 Motels
Penis Dimension
říjen 1971, 4:35 min.
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Mark Volman (zpěv)
Howard Kaylan (zpěv)
Ian Underwood (klávesy, woodwinds)
Aynsley Dunbar (bicí)
George Duke (klávesy, trombón)
Martin Lickert (basa)
Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim Pons (zpěv)
Mark Volman:
Penis dimension.
Howard Kaylan:
Penis dimension.
Everybody:
Penis dimension is worrying me.
I can't hardly sleep at night
'Cause of penis dimension
Do you worry?
Do you worry a lot?
No!
Do you worry?
Do you worry and moan ...
That the size of your cock is not monsrtous enough?
It's your penis dimension!
Penis dimension!
Howard Kaylan:
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
Mark Volman:
Hiya friends. Now just be honest about it. Did you ever consider the
possibliity that your penis, and in the case of many dignified ladies,
that the size of the titties themselves might provide elements of
subconscious tension? Weird, twisted anxieties that could force a human
being to have to become a politician. A policeman. A jesuit monk. A
rock and roll kytara player. A wino. You name it. Or in the case of the
ladies, the ones that can't afford a silicone beef-up, may become writers
of hot books.
Howard Kaylan:
"Manuel, the gardener, placed his burning phallus in her quivering quim."
Mark Volman:
Yes, or they become Carmelite nuns.
Howard Kaylan:
"Gonzo, the sólová kytara player, placed his mutated member in her slithering
slit." Ha ha ha!
Mark Volman:
Ooh, or racehorse jockeys. There is no reason why you, or your loved one
should suffer. Things are bad enough, without the size of your varhany
adding even more misery to the troubles of the world.
Howard Kaylan:
Right on, right on!
Mark Volman:
Now, if your a lady and you've got munchkin tits, you can console yourself
with this age-old line from primary school:
Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
Anything over a mouthful, is wasted.
Mark Volman:
Yes! and isn't it the truth? And if you're a guy, one night you're
at a party and you're trying to be cool, I mean, you aren't even wearing
any underwear your being so cool, and somebody hits on you one night,
and looks you up and down and he says uh,
Howard Kaylan:
Eight inches or less?
Mark Volman:
Well let me tell you, brother, that's the time when you got to turn
around and look that son of a bitch right between the eyes. And you got
to tell him these words:
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