Punky’s Whips [Hammersmith Odeon] Frank Zappa

FZ: In today's rapidly changing world, rock groups appear every fourteen or fifteen minutes, utilizing some new promotional device. Some of these devices have been known to leave irreparable scars on the minds of foolish young consumers. One such case is seated before you: little skinny Terry Ted Bozzio, our cute little drummer [That's me!]. Terry recently fell in love with a publicity photo of a boy named Punky Meadows [Oh Punky!] lead guitar player from a group called "Angel." In the photograph, Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo, in a semi-profile, which emphasized the pooched-out succulence of his insolent, pouting rectus! The sight of which drove the helpless young drummer mad with desire!

BOZZIO:
I can't stand the way he pouts
'Cause he might not be pouting for me!
(Pouting for you, you freaking sailor?)
You mean
You mean he's not...he's not pouting...
He's not pouting for me?
His hair's so shiny and it's done real nice
'Til I squirm with ecstasy

Punky, Punky, give me your lips to die on!

Oh Punky, isn't it romantic?

Punky, Punky, give me your lips
To die on...I promise not to come in your mouth!
Punky, Punky, your album's the shits!
It's all wrong!

I ain't really queer
But if he ever got near
Steven Tyler would PAY to see!
PAY to see!