Frank Zappa - Florentine Pogen Lyrics

She was the daughter of a wealthy
Florentine Pogen read 'em 'n weep
Was her adjustable slogan

She was a debutante daisy
With a color note organ deep in the street
She drove a '59 Morgan

That's the kinda step she takes
When her hot breaks hot brakes
That's the kinda sound she makes
(ooh, let go uh me) when her crab cakes
(Arf arf arf)
She didn't like it when her fan belt
Shrunk & got shorter (Ointment)
Battery leak could nearly cost her a quarter

She didn't want to stay home
An' watch the pestle go mortar
Later she speaks
On how Perellis might court her

Na na na noo

She was the daughter ah ah ahhh
Of a wealthy florentine Pogen
Po oh-wo oh oh po oh-wo oh oh
Po oh-wo oh oh ga ya-ee-annnn

Read 'em 'n weep read 'em 'n weep
Read 'em 'n weep etc

Chester's go-rilla she go oink
Chester's go-rilla she go quack
Chester's go-rilla she go moo
Chester's go-rilla she go
Hratche-plche hratche-plche