Frank Zappa - Lonesome Cowboy Burt | Текст песни

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My name is burtram, I am a redneck.
All my friends, they call me burt.


Hi, burt!

All my family from down in texas
Make their livin’ diggin’ dirt.

Come out here to californy
Just to find me some pretty girls.
Ones I seen gets me so horny
Ruby lips,
N’teeth like pearls.

Wanna love ’em all.
Wanna love ’em dearly.
Wann pretty girl,
I’ll even pay ...

I’ll buy ’em furs. I’ll buy ’em jewelry ...
I know they like me. here’s what I’ll say.

I’m lonesome cowboy burt.
( speakin’ atcha!)
Come smell my fringe-y shirt.
( reekin’ atcha!)
My cowboy pants,
My cowboy dance,
My bold advance.
On this here waitress ...

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He’s lonesome cowboy burt.
Don’tcha get his feelings hurt.


Come on in this place
An’ I’ll buy you a taste.
You can sit on my face.
Where’s my waitress?

Burtram, burtram redneck.
Burtram, burtram redneck.

I’m an awful nice guy.
Sweat all day in the sun.
I’m a roofer by trade,
Quite a bundle I’ve made
I’m unionized roofin’ old
Son-of-a-gun.

He’s a unionized roofin’ old
Son-of-a-gun.

When I get off, I get plastered.
I drink till I fall on the floor.
Find me some communist bastard
N’ stomp on his face till he don’t
Move no more.

He stomps on his face till he don’t
Move no more.

I fuss an’ I cuss and I keep on drinkin’
Till my eyes puff up an’ turn red.
I drool on m’shirt.
I see if he’s hurt.
Then I kick him again in the head, let’s

Everybody:
Kick him again in the head! boys!
Kick him again in the head! now!
Kick him again in the head!

I’m lonesome cowboy burt.
( speakin’ atcha!)
Come smell my fringe-y shirt.
( reekin’ atcha!)
My cowboy pants,
My cowboy dance,
My bold advance.
On this here waitress ...

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He’s lonesome cowboy burt.
Don’tcha get his feelings hurt.


Come on in this place
An’ I’ll buy you a taste.
You can sit on my face.
Where’s my waitress?
Opal, you hot little bitch!

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