Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chrissy Puked Twice, artist - Frank Zappa.
Date of issue: 28.10.1977
Song language: English
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. |
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'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. |
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«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. |
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He’s about this big. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Gimme that paper. |
.. bet yer ass I’ll sign. |
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Because I need a beer |
'N it’s titty-squeezin' time! |
Terry: |
Man, you can’t fool me. |
.. you ain’t that bad. |
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I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls that I’ve had. |
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FZ: |
Oh, yeah? |
Terry: |
There was Milhous Nixon 'n Agnew, too. |
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'N both of those suckers was worse 'n you. |
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FZ: |
Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true |
I mean, after all you’re the Devil, now. |
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Whatcha gonna do? |
Come on! |
Terry: What am I gonna do? |
FZ: You can— You can have my soul. |
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Terry: What? |
FZ: It’s a mean little sucker, 'bout a thousand years old. |
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Terry: You want me to take. |
.. ? |
FZ: But once you gets it. |
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Terry: Oh, no |
FZ: You can’t give it back. |
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Terry: Wha— |
FZ: You gotta keep it forever. |
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Terry: Oh. |
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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. |
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FZ: Take my soul! |
I don’t care |
Terry: Oh, no. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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Terry: No, wait! |
FZ: Give me everything |
Terry: Wait. |
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FZ: Take my soul, but. |
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Terry: God help me |
FZ: Mostly the titties |
Terry: Oh. |
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FZ: Just give me the titties |
Terry: Wait, wait. |
.. NOOOOO! |
Terry: |
No! |
Don’t sign it! |
Give me time to think. |
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I mean. |
.. hold on, boy. |
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'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!. |
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Oh, she had such a good time going down. |
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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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