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Punky’s Whips - Frank Zappa
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Punky’s Whips Frank Zappa

Punky’s Whips - Frank Zappa
In today's rapidly changing world, musical groups appear almost every day with 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, live on stage. Yes
Terry Bozzio
That cute little drummer!
Terry recently fell in love
With a publicity-photo of a boy named Punky Meadows..., lead guitar player from a group called Angel
In the photo
Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo
In a semi-profile which emphasized the pootched out succulence
Of his insolent pouting rictus
(Oh Punky!) 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!
(Ha! Punky Meadows, pouting for you?)
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!
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