| Song | Rhymin' Man |
| Artist | Frank Zappa |
| Album | Broadway The Hard Way |
| 作词 : Zappa | |
| Rhymin' Man, | |
| Tall and tan, | |
| Rhyme or reason, | |
| Play your hand -- | |
| Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that | |
| Oh, you naughty Democrat! | |
| They say when Doctor King got shot, | |
| Jesse hatched an evil plot, | |
| Dipped his hands in the Doctor's blood, | |
| 'N rubbed his shirt like playin' with mud | |
| Looked around for all the press | |
| 'N said: 'Check me out, my name is Jess! | |
| I'll be known from towns 'n farms -- | |
| Doctor King died in my arms!' | |
| Rhymin' Man, | |
| Tall and tan, | |
| Rhyme or reason, | |
| Play your hand -- | |
| Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that | |
| Oh, you naughty Democrat! | |
| A few years later, legend says, | |
| Rhymin' man made a run for Prez | |
| Farrakhan made him a clown, | |
| Over there near Hymie-Town | |
| Said he was a diplomat -- | |
| Hobbin' an-a-knobbin' with Arafat | |
| Castro was simpatico, | |
| But the U.S. voters, they said: 'No!' | |
| Rhymin' Man, | |
| Tall and tan, | |
| Rhyme or reason, | |
| Play your hand -- | |
| Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that | |
| Oh, you naughty Democrat! | |
| Okay, here we go again! | |
| Rhymin' Man says he's your friend | |
| Any fool can make a rhyme -- | |
| Cowboys do it all the time | |
| People say: 'Now he's mature!' | |
| Cowboys rhyme that with horse manure | |
| Horse manure! | |
| That's for sure! | |
| You been cheatin' -- | |
| We kept score! | |
| Are you 'this'? | |
| Or are you 'that'? | |
| Oh, you naughty | |
| Democrat! |
| zuò cí : Zappa | |
| Rhymin' Man, | |
| Tall and tan, | |
| Rhyme or reason, | |
| Play your hand | |
| Rhyme on this rhyme on that | |
| Oh, you naughty Democrat! | |
| They say when Doctor King got shot, | |
| Jesse hatched an evil plot, | |
| Dipped his hands in the Doctor' s blood, | |
| ' N rubbed his shirt like playin' with mud | |
| Looked around for all the press | |
| ' N said: ' Check me out, my name is Jess! | |
| I' ll be known from towns ' n farms | |
| Doctor King died in my arms!' | |
| Rhymin' Man, | |
| Tall and tan, | |
| Rhyme or reason, | |
| Play your hand | |
| Rhyme on this rhyme on that | |
| Oh, you naughty Democrat! | |
| A few years later, legend says, | |
| Rhymin' man made a run for Prez | |
| Farrakhan made him a clown, | |
| Over there near HymieTown | |
| Said he was a diplomat | |
| Hobbin' anaknobbin' with Arafat | |
| Castro was simpatico, | |
| But the U. S. voters, they said: ' No!' | |
| Rhymin' Man, | |
| Tall and tan, | |
| Rhyme or reason, | |
| Play your hand | |
| Rhyme on this rhyme on that | |
| Oh, you naughty Democrat! | |
| Okay, here we go again! | |
| Rhymin' Man says he' s your friend | |
| Any fool can make a rhyme | |
| Cowboys do it all the time | |
| People say: ' Now he' s mature!' | |
| Cowboys rhyme that with horse manure | |
| Horse manure! | |
| That' s for sure! | |
| You been cheatin' | |
| We kept score! | |
| Are you ' this'? | |
| Or are you ' that'? | |
| Oh, you naughty | |
| Democrat! |