Frank Zappa - Packard Goose lyrics
Frank Vincent Zappa [Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Frank Zappa - Packard Goose lyrics]
Joe clutches the hood ornament
Of an ancient car
Maybe you thought I was the Packard Goose
(ren-denen-den eh) or the Ronald MacDonald
Of the nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them people
I don't need no excuse for being what I am
Do you hear me, then?
All them rock 'n roll writers is
The worst kind of sleaze (ren-denen-den eh)
Selling punk like some new
Kind of English disease
Is that the wave of the future?
Aw, spare me please!
Oh no, you gotta go who do you write for?
I wanna know
I believe you is the government's whore
And keeping peoples dumb (I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from
And keeping peoples dumb (I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from
Fuck all them writers with the
Pen in their hand (ren-denen-den eh)
I will be more specific
So they might understand
They can all kiss my ass
But because it's so grand
They best just stay away hey, hey hey
Hey, Joe, who did you blow?
Moe pushed the button boy
And you went to the show
Better suck a little harder or
The shekels won't flow
And I don't mean your thumb
(Don't mean your thumb)
So on your knees you bum
Just tell yourself it's yum
(Yourself it's yum)
And suck it till you're numb
Journalism's kinda scary
And of it we should be wary
Wonder what became of Mary?
And no sooner has he wondered, a
Vision of Mary appears to him
Delivering a little lecture
Hi! It's me, the girl from the bus remember?
The last tour? Well
Information is not knowledge
Knowledge is not wisdom wisdom is not truth
Truth is not beauty beauty is not love
Love is not music music is the best!
Wisdom is the domain of the Wis
(which is extinct)
Beauty is a French phonetic corruption
Of a short cloth neck ornament
Currently in resurgence
And no sooner has she spoken
(which is awkward and probably incorrect
But what the fuck) , enormous
Flabby short cloth neck ornament obscure
The horizon in a multitude
Beating their ugly wings and
Working their hidden chrome
Snap attachments as they resurge in the
Direction of the White Zone
Seeking snack material
Near the Utensil Shrines of Greater America
If you're in the audience and like what we do
(ren-denen-den eh)
Well, we want you to know that
We like you all too
But as for the sucker who
Will write the review
If his mind is prehensile
(Mind is prehensile)
He'll put down his pencil
(Put down his pencil)
And have himself a squat
On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil)
Give it all you got on the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil) sit 'n spin until you rot
On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil)
He really needs to squat
On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil)
(Cosmic Utensil)
Now that I got that over with
I'll just play my imaginary guitar again
Hey, hah, soundin' pretty good there, me!
Ah, get down, uh! Boy, what an imagination!
Love myself better than I love myself
I think what tone!
Sounds like an Elegant Gypsy! What is that?
Musk? It's hip!
Of an ancient car
Maybe you thought I was the Packard Goose
(ren-denen-den eh) or the Ronald MacDonald
Of the nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them people
I don't need no excuse for being what I am
Do you hear me, then?
All them rock 'n roll writers is
The worst kind of sleaze (ren-denen-den eh)
Selling punk like some new
Kind of English disease
Is that the wave of the future?
Aw, spare me please!
Oh no, you gotta go who do you write for?
I wanna know
I believe you is the government's whore
And keeping peoples dumb (I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from
And keeping peoples dumb (I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from
Fuck all them writers with the
Pen in their hand (ren-denen-den eh)
I will be more specific
So they might understand
They can all kiss my ass
But because it's so grand
They best just stay away hey, hey hey
Hey, Joe, who did you blow?
Moe pushed the button boy
And you went to the show
Better suck a little harder or
The shekels won't flow
And I don't mean your thumb
(Don't mean your thumb)
So on your knees you bum
Just tell yourself it's yum
(Yourself it's yum)
And suck it till you're numb
Journalism's kinda scary
And of it we should be wary
Wonder what became of Mary?
And no sooner has he wondered, a
Vision of Mary appears to him
Delivering a little lecture
Hi! It's me, the girl from the bus remember?
The last tour? Well
Information is not knowledge
Knowledge is not wisdom wisdom is not truth
Truth is not beauty beauty is not love
Love is not music music is the best!
Wisdom is the domain of the Wis
(which is extinct)
Beauty is a French phonetic corruption
Of a short cloth neck ornament
Currently in resurgence
And no sooner has she spoken
(which is awkward and probably incorrect
But what the fuck) , enormous
Flabby short cloth neck ornament obscure
The horizon in a multitude
Beating their ugly wings and
Working their hidden chrome
Snap attachments as they resurge in the
Direction of the White Zone
Seeking snack material
Near the Utensil Shrines of Greater America
If you're in the audience and like what we do
(ren-denen-den eh)
Well, we want you to know that
We like you all too
But as for the sucker who
Will write the review
If his mind is prehensile
(Mind is prehensile)
He'll put down his pencil
(Put down his pencil)
And have himself a squat
On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil)
Give it all you got on the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil) sit 'n spin until you rot
On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil)
He really needs to squat
On the Cosmic Utensil (Cosmic Utensil)
(Cosmic Utensil)
Now that I got that over with
I'll just play my imaginary guitar again
Hey, hah, soundin' pretty good there, me!
Ah, get down, uh! Boy, what an imagination!
Love myself better than I love myself
I think what tone!
Sounds like an Elegant Gypsy! What is that?
Musk? It's hip!