Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken Hearts Are For Assholes, artist - Frank Zappa. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Broken Hearts Are For Assholes |
| Hey! |
| do you know what you are? |
| Youre an asshole! |
| an asshole! |
| Some of you might not agree |
| cause you probably likes a lot of misery |
| But think a while and you will see… |
| Broken hearts are for assholes |
| Broken hearts are for assholes |
| Are you an asshole? |
| Broken hearts are for assholes |
| Are you an asshole too? |
| Whatcha gonna do, cause youre an asshole… |
| Maybe you think youre a lonely guy |
| Maybe you think youre too tough to cry |
| So you went to the grape, |
| Just to give it a try |
| And dagmar |
| Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life |
| Was his name… |
| One two three four! |
| The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his |
| Pancake make-up |
| And yet he was a beautiful lady |
| Nearly drove you insane |
| Lets talk about leather: leatherrrrrr |
| And so you kissed a little sailor |
| Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton production: |
| Who had just blew in from spain |
| Sir richard pump-a-loaf |
| You sniffed the reeking buns of angel |
| The story of a demented bread-boffer |
| And acted like it was cocaine |
| Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf |
| You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of ko-ko |
| Then on tuesday night, ceasars back in town |
| In a way you cant explain |
| Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match |
| With kona. |
| And so you worked the wall with michael |
| Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of samoan dynamite |
| Which gave your back an awful strain |
| Volcanic hell |
| But you came back on sunday for the gong show |
| Next thursday, teen towns finest… |
| But you forgot what I was sayin |
| cause youre an asshole, youre an asshole |
| Thats right |
| Youre an asshole, youre an asshole |
| Yes, yes |
| Youre an asshole, youre an asshole |
| Thats right |
| Youre an asshole, youre an asshole |
| Now you been to the grape n you been to the chest |
| n now I think you know what you are: youre an asshole |
| You say you cant live with what you been through |
| Well, ladies you can be an asshole too |
| You might pretend you aint got one on the bottom of you, |
| But dont fool yerself girl |
| Its lookin at you |
| Dont fool yerself girl |
| Its winkin at you |
| Dont fool yerself girl |
| Its blinkin at you |
| Thats why I say |
| Im gonna ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute |
| Corn hole |
| Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute |
| Fist fuck |
| Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute |
| Wrist-watch; |
| crisco |
| Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute |
| Pud! |
| Dont fool yerself, girl |
| Its goin right up yer poop chute |
| Dont fool yerself, girl |
| Its goin right up yer poop chute |
| (etc., repeats) |
| Aw, I knew youd be surprised… |