Packard Goose Pt. I [Live At Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY 3/25/88] Frank Zappa

[Verse 1]
Maybe you thought I was the Packard Goose
(Ren-denen-den-eh)
Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse
For being what I am
Do you hear me, then?

[Verse 2]
All them rock 'n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze
(Ren-denen-den-eh)
Sell the punk like some new kind of English disease
Is that the wave of the futurе?
Ah, spare me pleasе!

[Verse 3]
Oh no, you gotta go
Who do you write for, I wanna know
I believe you is the government's whore
And keepin' peoples dumb
Is where you're comin' from
Yous keepin' peoples dumb
Is where you're comin' from

[Verse 4]
Fuck all them writers with the pen in their hand
(Ren-denen-den-eh)
I will be more specific so they might understand
They can all kiss my ass, but because it's so grand
They best just stay away
Hey-hey-hey