Frank Zappa - San Berdino - Текст песни

Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (flute, tenor saxophone, vocals)
Chester Thompson (drums)
Tom Fowler (bass)
Ruth Underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion)
Bloodshot Rollin' Red (harmonica)
Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals)

She lives in Mojave in a Winnebago 
His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato 

She's in love with a boy 
>From the rodeo 
Who pulls the rope on the chute 
When they let those suckers go 

He's a slobberin' drunk at the Palomino 
They give him thirty days in San Ber'dino 

Well there's forty-four men 
Stashed away in tank "C" 
An' there's only one shower 
But it don't apply to Bobby 

You may think they're 
Dumb an' lonely 
But you're wrong 
'Cause their love is strong 
Stacked-up hair 
An' a cheap little ring 
They don't care 
'Cause it don't mean a thing 

Looka there... 
They don't care 

Best-est way that 
They can feel-o 
Out on the highway 
Rollin' a wheel-o 
He's her Tootsie 
She's for real-o 
Trailer park heaven 
It's a real good deal-o 
Real good deal-o 
Real good deal-o 
Real good deal-o 

The rest of their lives 
In San Ber'dino 
Gonna spend the rest of their lives 
In San Ber'dino 
The rest of their lives 
In San Ber'dino 
Come on with me 
Come on with me 
Come on with me 
Down in San Ber'dino 
Just 60 miles, 60 miles 
Down the San Ber'dino freeway 
They got some dark green air 
An' you can choke all day 
That's right! 
Gonna spend the rest of their lives 
Rest of their lives 
Rest of their lives 

Say now 
Ain't talkin' 'bout Fontana 
Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh 
Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh 
Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh 
Ain't talkin' 'bout the Redlands, no no 
ZULCH is the auto works 
I'm telling you 
That's where they take 
All the cars that they hurt 
Come on and let's all go down to San Ber'dino 
Ooo-ooo 
Ooo-ooo 
Ooo-ooo 
Let's-a go down down down 
Down in San Ber'dino 
Wouldja b'lieve it 
San Ber'dino 
San Ber'dino 
(Got to call it) 
San Ber'dino 
(C'mere) 
San Ber'dino 
etc., etc., etc. 
The rest of their lives 
In San Ber'dino 

Oh Bobby, I'm sorry you gotta head like a potato 
I really am