Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do You Like My New Car? , by - Frank Zappa. Release date: 16.12.2021
Song language: English
Do You Like My New Car? |
| You are… you gotta tell me something… I mean, seriously, I’m tellin' you |
| this is the first time that any of my girlfriends and I have ever met anybody |
| really from Hollywood… I mean, really… my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, |
| and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank… I mean, none of us… |
| Pleased to meet you… |
| Hi Howie |
| We never met a pop star from Hollywood… tell me something: have you ever met |
| Davey Jones? |
| or Bobby Sherman? |
| No. no, I. |
| I mean… David Cassady, he’s so… |
| Jimmy Greenspoon, once I… |
| Three Dog Night?!! |
| Yeah… |
| Oh! |
| I love them! |
| They’re my favorite band!.. ow gawd. |
| oh, do you like my new |
| car? |
| I’m ah. |
| my Dad just gave it to me for graduation. |
| Ah yeaah?!! |
| I’ts a … it’s a Fillmore, isn’t it? |
| Real futuristic, ah. |
| I dig the fins… listen: do you know how to get to the ah Hollywood Inn from |
| here? |
| No, ah. |
| which one is it? |
| (burp) excuse me. |
| It’s the one by the airport… you know… cause we gotta get |
| up early an'. |
| fly outta here in the morning, y’know… |
| Oh, I didn’t know that… Where do you guys play tomorrow night? |
| I mean, I’d like to come maybe… in your bus or somethin'… |
| Yeah?.. |
| (Voice in background): |
| In the BUS! |
| Come in the bus, huh… Tomorrow we’re in ah, let’s see… Tierra del Fuego… |
| Ook! |
| You’re so professional, Howie! |
| Oh, it’s not… it’s nothing… |
| Howie, I mean, the way you gettin' tp-tp to play, an all these exotic places, |
| I mean… |
| Yeah |
| Tell me something. |
| tell me and my girl-… TELL me: Do you really have a hit |
| record… on the charts now… with a BULLET? |
| … I mean that’s really |
| important to me… |
| Listen, honey: Would I lie to you just to get in your pants? |
| He-Het! |
| Listen! |
| Hey, listen to me tellin' ya: WE ARE NOT GROUPIES! |
| Naw, I never. |
| I never said… |
| We are not groupies! |
| You better understand that!.. I told Robert Planet, |
| I told Elton John, I told all those big guys… |
| Robert PLANET?! |
| We are not groupies! |
| No, I never. |
| Roger Daltrey never laid a hand on me! |
| Yaw. |
| it’s obvious to see why… listen, I never… |
| (2nd non-groupie): |
| Howie. |
| (1st non-groupie): |
| Tell him! |
| Tell him right now! |
| (2nd non-groupie): |
| We only like musicians for f-friends. |
| You know? |
| (voices in back): |
| Real straight arrow, Howie, Really… just for friends, Howie… |
| (2nd non-groupie): |
| But we still like you Yeah. |
| we wouldn’t mind coming in your bus, but. |
| (2nd non-groupie): |
| I mean, we still want to hear your record… |
| Listen you chicks! |
| now didn'. |
| didn’t you just say that you got off bein' juked |
| with a BABY OCTOPUS and spewed upon with cream corn? |
| an' that your hair-lipped |
| dyke-o bass-playing girlfriend on the backseat had to have it with a YOO-HOO |
| bottle or she went apeshit… |
| Ooooh. |
| What’s the deal, baby? |
| Come on. |
| Howie! |
| Howie, lissen yo me… all that’s true. |
| Come across. |
| All that’s true, and sometimes I even dig it with a Doctor Brown’s Cream Soda… |
| or a CEL-RAY… but! |
| we are not groupies! |
| No matter what you think… |
| No, I never… |
| We are not groupies. |
| You see, there seems to be some kind of a communication problem, honey… |
| because I… I am a lonely guy from outta town, y’know an'… an' I want some |
| ACTION… what I’m talkin' about is, I wanna… a-a-steaming… succulent… |
| ever-widening, gooey, drippy, runny kind of a hole with a… with… |
| how shall I put this… what say we hop in the trunk of your Gremlin AN' GET |
| OUR ROCKS OFF… |
| Hey! |
| hey-hey-hey-heyyyy… Jesus… |
| (voice in back): |
| I’m in this band, man… |
| (voice up front): |
| Very agile, Howie, very agile… |
| (voice in back): |
| I am in this band no matter what we do up here… it’s all… |
| Now lissen! |
| It just so happend… tonight me and my girlfriends, I mean, |
| we’ve all come here for one thing tonight… |
| Yeah? |
| Looking for a guy… And we’re looking for a guy from a group |
| Wow |
| BUT HE’S GOTTA HAVE A DICK! |
| WAAAH! |
| AND HE’S GOTTA HAVE A DICK THAT’S A MONSTER! |
| WAAAAAAAAH… That’s me! |
| That’s me! |
| ooh! |
| … oooohh, you voluptouns Manhattan |
| Island clit. |
| Take me… I’m yours, you hole… Fulfill my… wildest… dreams! |
| Ooooh! |
| Anything for you, my most seductive, seclusive… pop star of a man… |
| picture this if you can: bead jobs! |
| knotted nylons! |
| bamboo canes! |
| three unreleased recordings of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young fighting in the |
| dressing-room of the Fillmore East! |
| Why, 'n enchilada wrapped with pickle sauce |
| shook up and down in between a donkey’s legs until he can’t it stand anymore! |
| All this and more, Howie! |
| Including! |
| an electric coolde pony harness, |
| with fuel injection… fuel injection… fuel injection… |
| Oooh! |
| my god, I … I … I can’t stand it… I mean… I mean, |
| dou you understand the implications of what I’m saying? |
| I CAN’T STAND IT!!! |
| I CAN’T STAND IT !! |
| I CAN’T STAND IT! |
| OH NO… Oh my god… I’m going home! |
| I’m gonna see my baby… (etc) I really can’t stand it… please… |
| give it to me… give it to me right here in the trunk of your Gremlin. |
| give me… GIVE ME THE ENCHILADA WITH THE PICKLES SAUCE SHOVED UP BETWEEN A |
| DONKEY’S ASS UNTIL HE CAN’T COME ANYMORE… |
| Hey-hey! |
| haha! |
| Not until you sing me your big hit record… and I want to hear |
| the big hit record, and I wanna hear it now, an' I wanna hear the big hit |
| record now with a bullet! |
| With a bullet! |
| The bullet? |
| The BULLET! |
| The BULLET! |
| I’ts the part that gets me the hottest… hehe!.. |
| now sing me that record, and I wanna hear it right now or you ain’t driving |
| nowhere tonight, buddy… |
| Well, I know when I’m licked… all over… Okay, baby: BEND OVER AND SPREAD |
| 'EM… Here comes my… BULLET! |
| (all sing Happy Together) |