Frank Zappa - Beatles Medley lyrics

Jim once had a girl, or should we say
She once had he
She showed him her room, isn't it swell
Texas Motel she asked him to stay and she
Told him to sit anywhere
So Jim looked around and he
Noticed there wasn't a prayer

Jim took off his rug, biding his time
Pounding his pud
He prayed until two, and then she said
"How 'bout some head?"

She said she was booked in the
Morning with Falwell and Pat
Jim told her he wasn't
And dribbled some spoo in her lap
And when he awoke, hе was alone
She'd honed his conе
So he let her fly, isn't it swell
Texas Motel

But then, suddenly

Picture yourself with a whore
From New Orleans
With big purple welts, all over her bod
Somebody calls and you answer quite slowly
It's the board from Assembly O' God

Ignorant crackers like you've never seen
Groveling under your bed
Look for the girl with the spoo in her lap
And she's gone!

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Louisiana hooker with herpes
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We saw her go down to a room by the airport
Where Swaggart gets off watching pornography
Everyone smiles as we tread
Through his horseshit
That grows so incredibly high

Newspaper writers appear at his door
Waiting to take Jim away
He climbs in the back with
His head up his ass, and he's gone!
Louisiana hooker with herpes

Louisiana hooker with herpes owwww!
Picture yourself on your own TV station
With brain-dead supporters with tears
In their eyes
Suddenly someone is there at commercial
The girl with the pee-hole surprise

Louisiana hooker with herpes

Owwww! Ow!

Louisiana hooker with herpes
Louisiana hooker with herpes
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Suddenly the evil Swaggart looks at
The hooker and says

Let me take you down
'cause we're going to the Texas Motel
Don't mind the smell
It's nothing to get hung about
Please leave your cash on the table

Weeping looks better with eyes closed
While I'm confessing all my sins

It's getting hard to plook someone
But it all works out
It's all pornography to Jim
Let me take you down
'cause we're going to the Texas Motel
We might go to hell
But we'll have lots of company
Falwell and Pat and that weasel

No one knows who's in my dream
I mean it must be high or low
I mean, I can't you know, tune in
But it's all right
That is, I think it's not too bad

Let me take you down
'cause we're going to the Texas Motel
Don't mind the smell
It's just some jizz from Jimmy-boy

No one knows, sometimes think it's me

I think I know, I mean, I guess
But it's all wrong

Let me take you down
'cause we're going to the Texas Motel
Don't mind the smell
It's just some old pornography
Just keep on strokin' that sausage
Just keep on strokin' that sausage