| Song | Old Fart at Play |
| Artist | Captain Beefheart |
| Album | Trout Mask Replica |
| 作词 : VanVliet | |
| Pappy with the | |
| Khaki sweatband | |
| Bowed goat potbellied barnyard | |
| That only he noticed, the old fart was smart | |
| The old gold cloth | |
| MadonnaDancin' to the fiddle 'n saw | |
| He ran down behind the knoll' | |
| N' slipped on his wooden fishhead | |
| The mouth worked 'n' snapped | |
| All the bees back to the bungalow | |
| Momma was flatten 'n' lard | |
| With her red enamel rollin' pin | |
| When the fishhead broke the window | |
| Rubber eye erect 'n' precisely detailed | |
| Airholes from which breath should come | |
| Is now closely fit with the chatter of the old fart inside | |
| An assortment of observations took place | |
| Momma licked her lips like a cat | |
| Pecked the ground like a rooster | |
| Pivoted like a duck | |
| Her stockings down caught dust 'n' doughballs | |
| She cracked her mouth glaze, caught one eyelash | |
| Rubbed her hands on her gorgeous gingham | |
| Her hands grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork | |
| Open to the room, uh, smell cold mixed with bologna | |
| Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets | |
| Fat goose legs 'n' special jellies | |
| Ignited by the warmth of the room | |
| The old fart smelled this through his important breather holes | |
| Cleverly he dialed from within from the outside we observed | |
| That the nose of the wooden mask | |
| Where the holes had just been a moment ago | |
| Was now smooth amazingly blended camouflaged in | |
| With the very intricate rainbow trout replica | |
| The old fart inside was now breathin' freely | |
| From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention | |
| His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed | |
| Watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation | |
| Uh man, it's so heavy |
| zuò cí : VanVliet | |
| Pappy with the | |
| Khaki sweatband | |
| Bowed goat potbellied barnyard | |
| That only he noticed, the old fart was smart | |
| The old gold cloth | |
| MadonnaDancin' to the fiddle ' n saw | |
| He ran down behind the knoll' | |
| N' slipped on his wooden fishhead | |
| The mouth worked ' n' snapped | |
| All the bees back to the bungalow | |
| Momma was flatten ' n' lard | |
| With her red enamel rollin' pin | |
| When the fishhead broke the window | |
| Rubber eye erect ' n' precisely detailed | |
| Airholes from which breath should come | |
| Is now closely fit with the chatter of the old fart inside | |
| An assortment of observations took place | |
| Momma licked her lips like a cat | |
| Pecked the ground like a rooster | |
| Pivoted like a duck | |
| Her stockings down caught dust ' n' doughballs | |
| She cracked her mouth glaze, caught one eyelash | |
| Rubbed her hands on her gorgeous gingham | |
| Her hands grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork | |
| Open to the room, uh, smell cold mixed with bologna | |
| Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets | |
| Fat goose legs ' n' special jellies | |
| Ignited by the warmth of the room | |
| The old fart smelled this through his important breather holes | |
| Cleverly he dialed from within from the outside we observed | |
| That the nose of the wooden mask | |
| Where the holes had just been a moment ago | |
| Was now smooth amazingly blended camouflaged in | |
| With the very intricate rainbow trout replica | |
| The old fart inside was now breathin' freely | |
| From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention | |
| His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed | |
| Watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation | |
| Uh man, it' s so heavy |