Song | Camarillo Brillo |
Artist | Frank Zappa |
Album | FZ: OZ |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Zappa | |
She had that | |
Camarillo brillo | |
Flamin' out along her head, | |
I mean her | |
Mendocino bean-o | |
By where some bugs had made it red | |
She ruled the | |
Toads of the | |
Short Forest | |
And every newt in | |
IdahoAnd every cricket who had chorused | |
By the bush in | |
BuffaloShe said she was | |
A Magic Mama | |
And she could throw a mean | |
TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone | |
I should know | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn't done yet | |
She had gray-green skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But I couldn't come in(I couldn't come in right then . . . ) | |
And so she wandered | |
Trough the door-way | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was four-way | |
An' I'd just love it in her room | |
Well, I was born | |
To have adventure | |
So I just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She stripped away | |
Her rancid poncho | |
An' laid out naked by the door | |
We did it till we were un-concho | |
An' it was useless any more | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn't done yet | |
She had gray-green skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But I couldn't come in(actually, I was very busy then) | |
And so she wandered | |
Through the door-way | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was four-way | |
An' I'd just love it in her room | |
Well, I was born | |
To have adventure | |
So I just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She said she was | |
A Magic Mama | |
And she could throw a mean | |
TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone | |
I should know(Is that a real poncho . . . I meanIs that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . ) |
zuo ci : Zappa | |
She had that | |
Camarillo brillo | |
Flamin' out along her head, | |
I mean her | |
Mendocino beano | |
By where some bugs had made it red | |
She ruled the | |
Toads of the | |
Short Forest | |
And every newt in | |
IdahoAnd every cricket who had chorused | |
By the bush in | |
BuffaloShe said she was | |
A Magic Mama | |
And she could throw a mean | |
TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone | |
I should know | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn' t done yet | |
She had graygreen skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But I couldn' t come in I couldn' t come in right then . . . | |
And so she wandered | |
Trough the doorway | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was fourway | |
An' I' d just love it in her room | |
Well, I was born | |
To have adventure | |
So I just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She stripped away | |
Her rancid poncho | |
An' laid out naked by the door | |
We did it till we were unconcho | |
An' it was useless any more | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn' t done yet | |
She had graygreen skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But I couldn' t come in actually, I was very busy then | |
And so she wandered | |
Through the doorway | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was fourway | |
An' I' d just love it in her room | |
Well, I was born | |
To have adventure | |
So I just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She said she was | |
A Magic Mama | |
And she could throw a mean | |
TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone | |
I should know Is that a real poncho . . . I meanIs that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . |
zuò cí : Zappa | |
She had that | |
Camarillo brillo | |
Flamin' out along her head, | |
I mean her | |
Mendocino beano | |
By where some bugs had made it red | |
She ruled the | |
Toads of the | |
Short Forest | |
And every newt in | |
IdahoAnd every cricket who had chorused | |
By the bush in | |
BuffaloShe said she was | |
A Magic Mama | |
And she could throw a mean | |
TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone | |
I should know | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn' t done yet | |
She had graygreen skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But I couldn' t come in I couldn' t come in right then . . . | |
And so she wandered | |
Trough the doorway | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was fourway | |
An' I' d just love it in her room | |
Well, I was born | |
To have adventure | |
So I just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She stripped away | |
Her rancid poncho | |
An' laid out naked by the door | |
We did it till we were unconcho | |
An' it was useless any more | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn' t done yet | |
She had graygreen skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But I couldn' t come in actually, I was very busy then | |
And so she wandered | |
Through the doorway | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was fourway | |
An' I' d just love it in her room | |
Well, I was born | |
To have adventure | |
So I just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She said she was | |
A Magic Mama | |
And she could throw a mean | |
TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone | |
I should know Is that a real poncho . . . I meanIs that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . |