Tryin’ To Grow A Chin [Philly ’76] Frank Zappa

Yes! I'm only fourteen
Sickly 'n thin
Tried all of my life
Just to grow me a chin
It popped out once
But my dad pushed it in, can you dig it?
Tell me, why did he hurt me?
Lord, he's my next of kin . .
He's a mex-i-kin

I'm lonely 'n green;
Too small for my shirt
Yes, and if Simmons was here
I could feature my hurt
I'm scared of the future
'N I hope I don't grow
Nobody likes me
'Cause everywhere that I go
They say NO
They say NO
They say NO

Now I am older
Got a place in the town, babe
Yeah, I got a chin on my shoulder
'N it keeps growing down 'n down 'n down
I'm horny 'n lonely
'N I wish I was dead
Somebody tell me
Why am I livin'?
Lord, I wanna be dead instead
That's right, I said
I wanna be dead instead
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