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

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[Verse 1: Frank Zappa, Napoleon Murphy Brock & George Duke]
I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of dental floss
Raisin' it up, waxin' it down
In a little white box that I can sell uptown
But by myself I wouldn't have no boss
'Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely dental floss
Raisin' my lonely dental floss
Raisin' my lonely dental floss

[Verse 2: Frank Zappa, Napoleon Murphy Brock & George Duke]
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff to somebody else
(how 'bout you, right over there?) and then I would
Keep the wax 'n melt it down
Pluck the floss 'n swish it aroun'
And I would have me a crop
(Poo poo poo poo-poo, poo-poo, ta-na-nah)
Poo-poo ta-na-nah, and poo-poo ta-na-nah

[Chorus: Frank Zappa, Napoleon Murphy Brock & George Duke, Frank Zappa, Napoleon Murphy Brock]
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a dental floss tycoon
(A-Woppy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
I'm movin' to Montana soon (well)
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
( I wonder what that means . . .)

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