Pygmy Twylyte [A Token of His Extreme Soundtrack] Frank Zappa (Ft. The Mothers of Invention)

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[Verse 1: Napoleon Murphy Brock, Napoleon Murphy Brock & George Duke]
Green hocker croakin'
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Crankin’ an' a-coke'n
In the Winchell’s do-nut Midnite

Out of his deep on a 'fore day run
Hurtin' for sleep in the Quaalude Moonlight
Green hocker in a Greyhound locker
Smokin' in the Pygmy Twylyte

[Pre-Chorus: Napoleon Murphy Brock]
Joined the bus, 33rd seat
Doo-doo room, reek replete

[Chorus: Napoleon Murphy Brock & George Duke, Napoleon Murphy Brock]
Crystal eye, crystal eye
Got a crystal kidney & he's 'fraid to die
In the Pygmy Twylyte, downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte, downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte, downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte, downer midnite

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge: Napoleon Murphy Brock]
Oh! Anybody
Don't know why I feel
Oh! Sometimes the pain
Gets a little [...]
And I wanna say, Oh!

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