Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chrissy Puked Twice , by - Frank Zappa. Release date: 28.10.1977
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chrissy Puked Twice , by - Frank Zappa. Chrissy Puked Twice |
| It was the darkest night |
| There was no moon in sight |
| You know the stars ain’t shinin' |
| 'Cause the sky’s too tight |
| Heard the scarey wind |
| I seen the ugly trees |
| There was a werewolf honkin' |
| 'Long the side of me |
| I’m mean 'n I’m bad, y’know I ain’t no sissy |
| Got a big-titty girly by the name of Chrissy |
| Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me. |
| . |
| 'N this ride up the Mountain of Mystery, mystery |
| It was 11 o’clock upon a Friday night |
| You know the girl and me was feeling outta' sight |
| We had twenty reds and a big ol' pile of weed |
| You know we drank some wine and then we LSD’d |
| Chrissy puked twice and jumped on my bike |
| She yelled, «Fire it up, 'cause you know what I like!» |
| She burned her leg on a tail-pipe then |
| And yelled, «Shit-a-ree!», and puked again |
| I noticed even the crickets |
| Were actin' weird up here |
| 'N so I said |
| «Well, come on and let’s drink a little beer» |
| I said, «Gimme summa that what yer suckin' on. |
| .. «But there was no reply |
| 'Cause she was gone. |
| . |
| «Where's those titties I like so well, 'n my goddamn beer!» |
| Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise |
| Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the Devil. |
| . |
| He’s about this big. |
| . |
| He had a red suit on |
| An' a widow’s peak |
| An' then a pointed tail |
| 'N like a sulphur reek |
| Yes, it was him awright |
| You know I knew it was |
| He had some human flesh |
| Stuck underneath his claws |
| You know, it looked to me |
| Like it was titty skin |
| I said, «You sonofabitch!» |
| 'Cause I was mad at him |
| He just got out his floss |
| 'N started cleanin' his fang |
| So I shot him with my shooter |
| Said: BANG BANG BANG |
| The sucker just laughed 'n said: |
| Terry: |
| Oh, put it away. |
| . |
| You know, I ate her all up. |
| .. now what you gonna say? |
| FZ: |
| You ate my Chrissy? |
| Terry: |
| Yeah! |
| Titties 'n all! |
| FZ: |
| Well, what about the beer then? |
| Terry: |
| Ah. |
| .. Were the cans this tall? |
| FZ: |
| Even her boots? |
| Terry: |
| Now, would I lie to you? |
| FZ: |
| Shit, you musta been hungry! |
| Terry: |
| Yeah, this is true |
| FZ: |
| Don’t they pay you good |
| For the stuff you do? |
| Terry: |
| Well, you know |
| I can’t complain when the checks come through. |
| . |
| FZ: |
| I want my Chrissy |
| Terry: |
| Yeah? |
| FZ: |
| I want my beer |
| Terry: |
| So what? |
| FZ: |
| You just puke it back up, boy |
| Do you hear? |
| Terry: |
| Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! |
| I mean, I am the Devil |
| Do you understand? |
| Just what will you give me for your |
| Titties and beer? |
| I suppose you noticed this little contract here. |
| . |
| FZ: |
| Yer goddam right, you |
| Son-of-a-whore |
| Terry: |
| Don’t call me that! |
| FZ: |
| That’s about the only reason I learned writin' for. |
| . |
| Gimme that paper. |
| .. bet yer ass I’ll sign. |
| . |
| Because I need a beer |
| 'N it’s titty-squeezin' time! |
| Terry: |
| Man, you can’t fool me. |
| .. you ain’t that bad. |
| . |
| I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls that I’ve had. |
| . |
| FZ: |
| Oh, yeah? |
| Terry: |
| There was Milhous Nixon 'n Agnew, too. |
| . |
| 'N both of those suckers was worse 'n you. |
| . |
| FZ: |
| Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true |
| I mean, after all you’re the Devil, now. |
| . |
| Whatcha gonna do? |
| Come on! |
| Terry: What am I gonna do? |
| FZ: You can— You can have my soul. |
| . |
| Terry: What? |
| FZ: It’s a mean little sucker, 'bout a thousand years old. |
| . |
| Terry: You want me to take. |
| .. ? |
| FZ: But once you gets it. |
| . |
| Terry: Oh, no |
| FZ: You can’t give it back. |
| . |
| Terry: Wha— |
| FZ: You gotta keep it forever. |
| . |
| Terry: Oh. |
| . |
| FZ: And that’s a natural fact |
| Terry: Forever? |
| FZ: Do you understand me, am I making myself perfectly clear to you? |
| Terry: Man, well, I don’t know if I want you around Hell forever |
| FZ: Take my soul |
| Terry: I mean. |
| . |
| FZ: Take my soul! |
| I don’t care |
| Terry: Oh, no. |
| . |
| FZ: Who needs a soul anymore? |
| Terry: No, wait a minute, you got those funky things growing in your hear, you. |
| FZ: Really. |
| Who needs it? |
| Terry: Oh, you’re crazy, man! |
| FZ: I’d rather have beer! |
| Terry: Wait— Oh, no, wait, you’re freaking me out. |
| . |
| FZ: Take my soul, give me the beer |
| Terry: You want— No, wait, hold it, wait! |
| FZ: Give me the beer and the titties! |
| Terry: No, hold it, wait, wait, wait! |
| FZ: Give me the titties! |
| Terry: Titties, beer, wait! |
| FZ: Give me more beer |
| Terry: WAIT! |
| FZ: Give me bigger titties! |
| Terry: No, wait. |
| .. No, wait, please, please. |
| . |
| FZ: Bigger titties and more beer. |
| And hockey! |
| Terry: NO! |
| FZ: And give me football! |
| Terry: NOOO! |
| FZ: And give me baseball! |
| Terry: Wait! |
| FZ: And give me titties and beer and television! |
| Terry: Titties, beer and baseball, with television! |
| FZ: And give me. |
| . |
| Terry: No, wait! |
| FZ: Give me everything |
| Terry: Wait. |
| . |
| FZ: Take my soul, but. |
| . |
| Terry: God help me |
| FZ: Mostly the titties |
| Terry: Oh. |
| . |
| FZ: Just give me the titties |
| Terry: Wait, wait. |
| .. NOOOOO! |
| Terry: |
| No! |
| Don’t sign it! |
| Give me time to think. |
| . |
| I mean. |
| .. hold on, boy. |
| . |
| 'Cause that’s Magic Ink! |
| And then the Devil puked |
| 'N out jumped m’girl |
| They heard the titties PLOP-PLOPPIN', that’s right! |
| All around the world |
| «I GOT ME THREE BEERS 'N A COUPLE OF DOWNS |
| AN' I’M GONNA GET RIPPED, SO JUST FUCK YOU CLOWNS!» |
| Then she gave us the finger |
| It was rigid 'n stiff |
| That’s when the Devil, he farted |
| An' she went right over the cliff |
| «OH!. |
| .. " |
| Oh, she had such a good time going down. |
| . |
| The Devil was mad |
| I took off to my pad |
| I swear I do declare! |
| How did she get back there? |
| I swear I do declare! |
| How did she get back there? |
| I swear I do declare! |
| How did she get back there? |
| I swear I do declare! |
| How did she get back there? |
| I swear I do declare! |
| How did she get back there? |
| I swear I do declare! |
| How did she get back there? |
| I swear I do declare! |
| How did she get back there? |
| I swear I do declare! |
| How did she get back there? |
| I swear I do declare! |
| How did she get back there? |
| FZ: Awright! |
| Now we have a song for lovers only. |
| Pay close attention to this. |
| . |
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