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LONESOME COWBOY BURT Frank Zappa (vocals : Jimmy Carl Black) 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 liviní digginí dirt. Come out here to californy Just to find me some pretty girls. Ones I seen gets me so horny Ruby lips, Níteeth like pearls. Wanna love íem all. Wanna love íem dearly. Wann pretty girl, Iíll even pay ... Iíll buy íem furs. Iíll buy íem jewelry ... I know they like me. hereís what Iíll say. Iím lonesome cowboy burt. ( speakiní atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt. ( reekiní atcha!) My cowboy pants, My cowboy dance, My bold advance. On this here waitress ... Heís lonesome cowboy burt. Donítcha get his feelings hurt. Come on in this place Aní Iíll buy you a taste. You can sit on my face. Whereís my waitress? Burtram, burtram redneck. Burtram, burtram redneck. Iím an awful nice guy. Sweat all day in the sun. Iím a roofer by trade, Quite a bundle Iíve made Iím unionized roofiní old Son-of-a-gun. Heís a unionized roofiní 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 Ní stomp on his face till he donít Move no more. He stomps on his face till he donít Move no more. I fuss aní I cuss and I keep on drinkiní Till my eyes puff up aní turn red. I drool on míshirt. I see if heís hurt. Then I kick him again in the head, letís Kick him again in the head! boys! Kick him again in the head! now! Kick him again in the head! Iím lonesome cowboy burt. ( speakiní atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt. ( reekiní atcha!) My cowboy pants, My cowboy dance, My bold advance. On this here waitress ... Heís lonesome cowboy burt. Donítcha get his feelings hurt. Come on in this place Aní Iíll buy you a taste. You can sit on my face. Whereís my waitress? Opal, you hot little bitch!

    


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