| There is no hell, there is only France. |
Frank Zappa, |
Church Chat |
| It's the same mysterious exotic oriental fragrance as what the Beatles get off on. |
Frank Zappa, |
Dental Hygiene Dilemma |
| We was on our way to fame, got matching suits and Beatle boots. |
Frank Zappa, |
Joe's Garage |
| Wowie zowie, love me do. Wowie zowie, and I'll love you, too. |
Frank Zappa, |
Wowie Zowie |
| Ram it up your poop chute. |
Frank Zappa, |
Broken Hearts Are For Assholes |
| Sit and spin 'til you rot on the cosmic utensil. |
Frank Zappa, |
Packard Goose |
| I want a steamy little Jewish Princess with over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums. I don't want no troll, I just want a Yemenite hole. |
Frank Zappa, |
Jewish Princess |
| Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord you still got hands. |
Frank Zappa, |
Disco Boy |
| Sexual gratification can only be achieved through the use of machines. |
Frank Zappa, |
A Token Of My Extreme |
| Find you a bridge and take a jump. Just make certain you do it right the first time, cause nothing's worse than a suicide chump. |
Frank Zappa, |
Suicide Chump |
| Stuff up the cracks, turn on the gas, I'm gonna take my life. |
Frank Zappa, |
Stuff Up The Cracks |
| I want a hairy little Jewish Princess with a brand new nose, who knows where it goes. |
Frank Zappa, |
Jewish Princess |
| I never have no trouble with my rubber girl. |
Frank Zappa, |
Little Rubber Girl |
| In your dreams you can see yourself as a prophet saving the world. |
Frank Zappa, |
The Orange County Lumber Jack |
| Don't get no jizz upon the sofa. |
Frank Zappa, |
Stick It Out |
| Her head is full of bubbles, her nose is petite, she looks like she never gets nothing to eat. |
Frank Zappa, |
Any Kind Of Pain |
| Hey ugly folks, go get some cyanide and die. |
Frank Zappa, |
I'm So Cute |
| Tosses her head and flips her hair, she got a whole bunch of nothing in there. |
Frank Zappa, |
Valley Girl |
| Find her, blind her, see who designed her. Act like a dummy until you grind her. |
Frank Zappa, |
Find Her Finer |
| Hair growing out every hole in me. |
Frank Zappa, |
Concentration Moon |
| Listen honey, would I lie to you to get in your pants? |
Frank Zappa, |
Do You Like My New Car |
| Our big prize tonight is fifty American dollars to the girl with the most exciting mammalian protuberances. |
Frank Zappa, |
Wet T-Shirt Nite |
| She was a steady date until she put on some weight. |
Frank Zappa, |
Big Leg Emma |
| The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin'. |
Frank Zappa, |
Sex |
| What ya say, fellows, nice set of jugs? Now Mary, how's about shaking it around a little? |
Frank Zappa, |
The Wet T-Shirt Contest |