Frank Zappa - Punky's Whips lyrics
Frank Vincent Zappa [Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Frank Zappa - Punky's Whips lyrics]
In today's rapidly changing world
Musical groups appear almost every day
With some new promotional device
Some of these devices have been
Known to leave irreparable
Scars on the minds of foolish young consumers
One such case is seated before you
Live on stage yes terry Bozzio
That cute little drummer!
Terry recently fell in love
With a publicity-photo of a
Boy named Punky Meadows
Lead guitar player from a group called Angel
In the photo
Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo
In a semi-profile which emphasized
The pootched out succulence
Of his insolent pouting rictus
(Oh Punky) The sight of which drove the
Helpless young drummer mad with desire!
I can't stand the way he pouts
Cause he might not be pouting for me!
(Ha! Punky Meadows, pouting for you?)
He's not pouting for me?
His hair's so shiny and it's done real nice
'Til I squirm with ecstasy
Punky, Punky, give me your lips to die on!
Oh Punky, isn't it romantic?
Punky, Punky, give me your lips
To die oni promise not to come in your mouth
Punky, Punky, your album's the shit's!
It's all wrong!
Listen this is no laughing matter!
I ain't really queer but if he ever got near
Steven Tyler would PAY to see! PAY to see!
Punky's lips, Punky's lips
His hair's so shiny i love his hips!
I love his teeth and his gums and such!
Punky you're an Angel!
You're too much he's been havin' a rash
(No shit) that keeps the girls away
Skin doom (Skin doom)
Is what the doctors say
I wonder what Punky is rehearsing today
I'll just go over, and hear him play
His hair is so prettyi'd like
To bite his neck
I've heard a rumor he's more
Fluid than Jeff Beck but i ain't queer
I AIN'T GAY
(He's a little fond of chiffon in
A wrist array-ee ay-ee ay)
A wrist array-ee ay
Punky's lips, Punky's lips!
Oh! I love his hair while eatin' dunk-y chips
Yeah! I love his blink
And his blank-blank-blank
Why, maybe he'd like to yank my crank?
YANK IT PUNKY! YANK IT FASTER!
YANK IT HARDER! Yank it all nite long!
COME ON PUNKY! GET FUNKY!
I AIN'T QUEER (NO NO NO NO)
I AIN'T GAY (NO NO NO NO)
(He's a little fond of chiffon in a
Wrist array he he he hey) a wrist array hey
(One more time for the world)
I AIN'T QUEER i AIN'T GAY
(He's a little fond of chiffon in
A wrist array ay hay)
II lord, II'm fo-fo-o-o-nd
Of chiffo-on in a wrist array-ee ay hey
I said iIIIIII
I'm a little fo-o-nd of chiffo-on
In a wrist array hey ay ay hey
Thank you our birthday boy, Terry Bozzio
Sad but true just a minute
Musical groups appear almost every day
With some new promotional device
Some of these devices have been
Known to leave irreparable
Scars on the minds of foolish young consumers
One such case is seated before you
Live on stage yes terry Bozzio
That cute little drummer!
Terry recently fell in love
With a publicity-photo of a
Boy named Punky Meadows
Lead guitar player from a group called Angel
In the photo
Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo
In a semi-profile which emphasized
The pootched out succulence
Of his insolent pouting rictus
(Oh Punky) The sight of which drove the
Helpless young drummer mad with desire!
I can't stand the way he pouts
Cause he might not be pouting for me!
(Ha! Punky Meadows, pouting for you?)
He's not pouting for me?
His hair's so shiny and it's done real nice
'Til I squirm with ecstasy
Punky, Punky, give me your lips to die on!
Oh Punky, isn't it romantic?
Punky, Punky, give me your lips
To die oni promise not to come in your mouth
Punky, Punky, your album's the shit's!
It's all wrong!
Listen this is no laughing matter!
I ain't really queer but if he ever got near
Steven Tyler would PAY to see! PAY to see!
Punky's lips, Punky's lips
His hair's so shiny i love his hips!
I love his teeth and his gums and such!
Punky you're an Angel!
You're too much he's been havin' a rash
(No shit) that keeps the girls away
Skin doom (Skin doom)
Is what the doctors say
I wonder what Punky is rehearsing today
I'll just go over, and hear him play
His hair is so prettyi'd like
To bite his neck
I've heard a rumor he's more
Fluid than Jeff Beck but i ain't queer
I AIN'T GAY
(He's a little fond of chiffon in
A wrist array-ee ay-ee ay)
A wrist array-ee ay
Punky's lips, Punky's lips!
Oh! I love his hair while eatin' dunk-y chips
Yeah! I love his blink
And his blank-blank-blank
Why, maybe he'd like to yank my crank?
YANK IT PUNKY! YANK IT FASTER!
YANK IT HARDER! Yank it all nite long!
COME ON PUNKY! GET FUNKY!
I AIN'T QUEER (NO NO NO NO)
I AIN'T GAY (NO NO NO NO)
(He's a little fond of chiffon in a
Wrist array he he he hey) a wrist array hey
(One more time for the world)
I AIN'T QUEER i AIN'T GAY
(He's a little fond of chiffon in
A wrist array ay hay)
II lord, II'm fo-fo-o-o-nd
Of chiffo-on in a wrist array-ee ay hey
I said iIIIIII
I'm a little fo-o-nd of chiffo-on
In a wrist array hey ay ay hey
Thank you our birthday boy, Terry Bozzio
Sad but true just a minute