Frank Zappa - Conehead - Текст песни

Artist: Frank Zappa
Title: Conehead
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Conehead...she ain't really dumb 
She's just a 
Conehead...'tater chip crumbs 
All over her face 
Is there any more beer 
Stashed away at her place? She's just a 
Conhead...she can't help herself 
"She's a Conehead girl..." 
Pitch her a ring 
That is the thing 
That's getting her hot-uh 
A hoop or a ring 
Goin' over the top of her Conehead 

"She is from a small town in France 
'N she's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind 
of guy" 
That's what she gives me is-uh Oooh! 
Conehead 
When she's on her knees 
The point is so high 
I keep sayin' please 
Keep it out of my eye, she's a 
Conehead 
(She's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of 
guy, kind of a girl-thing...) 

Saturday Night 
You're home alone 
The TV lights up 
As her dad comes home 
He's been workin' all day 
At the drivin' school 
In a stupid-lookin' hat 
That he uses to fool 
The people of Earth 
Who might get back 
If they knew he was really 
From Remulak, where the 
Conehead...people are from, where the 
Conehead...people go to, when the 
Conehead...people are done with their 
Conehead...things that are fun 
Connie the cone 
Is dressed real neat 
Like a teen-age girl 
From down the street 

But Mom 'n Dad 
They don't approve 
Carbohydrates 
Is all they groove 
Connie's eye 
Has a tiny tear 
But they rinse it away 
With a case of beer 

A bag of chips 
'N fiberglass 
Her diet's a riot 
I can't keep quiet 
I'd love to try it 
But I think I'll pass 
To eat that kind of stuff they pack 
You'd hafta be from *Remulak*, where the 
Conehead...people are from, where the 
Conehead...people go to, when the 
Conehead...people are done with the 
Conehead...things that are fun, where the 
Conehead...people are from, where the 
Conehead...people go to, when the 
Conehead...people are done, with the 
Conehead...things that are fun