Pena Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band (Ft. Frank Zappa & The Mascara Snake)
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[Intro: Captain Beefheart, Victor Hayden (The Mascara Snake) and Frank Zappa]
Ahaha...
(Fast and bulbous!) Fast and bulbous!
That's... ahaha (Hey do it again, whenever you want)
I love that, I love those words
Fast and bulbous!
That's right, The Mascara Snake, fast and bulbous!
Bulbous, also tapered?
Yeah but you've gotta wait until I say "also, a tin teardrop"
Oh... Christ, ahaha
(Again, beginning)
Fast and bulbous!
That's right, The Mascara Snake, fast and bulbous! Also, a tin teardrop!
Bulbous, also tapered?
That's right
[Unintelligible screaming throughout]
[Verse: Jeff Cotton]
Pena, her little head clinking
Like a barrel of red velvet balls full past noise
Treats filled her eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel-coated tacks
Soft like butter, hard not to pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on a turned-on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully and crush a chandelier
Fall on my stomach and view her from a thousand happened faucets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band-aided the area
Sighed, "oh well, it was worth it"
Ahaha...
(Fast and bulbous!) Fast and bulbous!
That's... ahaha (Hey do it again, whenever you want)
I love that, I love those words
Fast and bulbous!
That's right, The Mascara Snake, fast and bulbous!
Bulbous, also tapered?
Yeah but you've gotta wait until I say "also, a tin teardrop"
Oh... Christ, ahaha
(Again, beginning)
Fast and bulbous!
That's right, The Mascara Snake, fast and bulbous! Also, a tin teardrop!
Bulbous, also tapered?
That's right
[Unintelligible screaming throughout]
[Verse: Jeff Cotton]
Pena, her little head clinking
Like a barrel of red velvet balls full past noise
Treats filled her eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel-coated tacks
Soft like butter, hard not to pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on a turned-on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully and crush a chandelier
Fall on my stomach and view her from a thousand happened faucets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band-aided the area
Sighed, "oh well, it was worth it"
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