Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart - Sam with the Showing Scalp Flat Top lyrics

Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made

(Ah, God)
Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
This black juice came out on
A hard shelled chin
And they called that 'tobacco juice'
I used to fiddle with my back
Feet music for a black onyx
My entire room absorbed every echo
The music was thud like
The music was thud like
I usually played such things
As rough-neck and thug
Opaque melodies that would bug most people
Music from the other side of the fence
A black swan figurine lay on
All color lily pads
On a little conglomeration table
Of pressed black felt
With same color shadows, in
Seamed knobbed knees, and what nots
The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
That looked closed on the tar lattice street
Up a wrought iron fire escape
Rolled out a tiny wooden
Platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made

Sam was a basket case!
A hardened dark ivory clip
Held saleable everyday pencils
I wish I had a pair 'o bongos! Bongo Fury!
Bongo Fury! Oh, Bongo Fury! (Boogie)
Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury
Bongo Fury