Frank Zappa - The Crab-Grass Baby lyrics

Stroke me pompadour
Pompaduooor, pompaduooor
Pompaduooor stroke me pompadour
Father stroke it nicely while I tell
You about the problems I am having with
My car an my girlfriend ooo-wo-woo
The white man's burden!

Her and her girlfriend used to go
Out and booze it up
And tear up the upholstery rip
The seats completely out, and so I
Got a fifty-six Olds about the time
I got it running decently
She got in it and wrecked
The transtore it completely up
So I had to get another Oldsmobile
(either that or go to Tijuana or go to
BROWN MOSES way down in Egypt-Land) it's
So hard on a child when his car
Is fucked up buy me a Volvo, faaather

Isn't it terrific, artificial RHONDA!

One-Adam Twelvesee the enormous white
Pompadour! Ha-Ha ha-ho!
That's a good one! Hoo hoo hoo

He's so young, and yet, SO WISE!

I pooped my pants, pooped my pants, pooped
My pants! I went doody, faaather
Sob-sob-sob-sob-sob

His vocabulary is astonishing!

So what if you suck a little
Cock every once in a while?

Ohhhi'm so lucky to have a son like this

Barf me outgag me with a Volvo!

I can't wait to show him to all
The fellas down at the MINE-SHAFT!

Take me to the movies buy me
A balloon stroke me pompadour!

Look! Look! Look at the pecker on him
Wouldja! Goodjy-goodjy-goodjy-goo! Hoo
Hoo hoo!

Dis boy have a 'PROVLEM'! However
How 'bout a nice
Round of applause fo de three 'WISE MAMMIES'
Comin' atcha outa chute numba five!