Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart - Man with the Woman Head lyrics
Frank Vincent Zappa [Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart - Man with the Woman Head lyrics]
Are you with me on this, people?
The man with the woman head
Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out
A mixture of Oriental and
Early vaudeville jazz poofter
Forming a hard, beetle-like
Triangular chin much like a praying mantis
Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile
The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand
Dark circles collected under the wrinkled
Folded eyes
Map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint
He showed his old tongue
Through ill-fitting wooden teeth
Stained from too much opium
Chipped from the years
The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers
A piece of coconut in a pink seashell caught
The tongue and knotted into
Thin white strings
Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped into
A loaded green ascot
A coil of ashes collected
On the white-on-yellow daks
Four slender bones with rings and
Nails endured the weight
Of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder
I could just make out Ace as
He carried the tray and mouthed
"You cheap son of a bitch" as a
Straw fell out of a Coke
Cartwheeled into the gutter
So this was a drive-in
Restaurant in Hollywood
So this was a drive-in
Restaurant in Hollywood
So this was a drive-in
Restaurant in Hollywood
The man with the woman head
Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out
A mixture of Oriental and
Early vaudeville jazz poofter
Forming a hard, beetle-like
Triangular chin much like a praying mantis
Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile
The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand
Dark circles collected under the wrinkled
Folded eyes
Map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint
He showed his old tongue
Through ill-fitting wooden teeth
Stained from too much opium
Chipped from the years
The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers
A piece of coconut in a pink seashell caught
The tongue and knotted into
Thin white strings
Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped into
A loaded green ascot
A coil of ashes collected
On the white-on-yellow daks
Four slender bones with rings and
Nails endured the weight
Of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder
I could just make out Ace as
He carried the tray and mouthed
"You cheap son of a bitch" as a
Straw fell out of a Coke
Cartwheeled into the gutter
So this was a drive-in
Restaurant in Hollywood
So this was a drive-in
Restaurant in Hollywood
So this was a drive-in
Restaurant in Hollywood