Lyrics Florentine Pogen - Frank Zappa, The Mothers Of Invention

Florentine Pogen

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Yow-ooh
Yow-yoo-yow
La-la la-la la-la la-la
Ba-la ba-la na-la
She was the daughter of a wealthy
Florentine Pogen
(You-ooh)
Read 'em 'n weep
Was here adjustable slogan
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh)
She was a debutante daisy
With a color-note organ
Deep in the street
She drove a '59 Morgan
WOO-LAH!
That’s the kinda step she takes
When her hot breaks hot brakes
That’s the kinda sound she makes
(ooh, let go uh me)
When her crab cakes
(Arf arf arf)
She didn’t like it when her fan belt
Shrunk & got shorter
(Ointment)
Battery leaks could nearly cost her a quarter
She didn’t want to go home
An' watch the pestle go mortar
Later she speaks
On how Perellis might court her
Na-na-na, na-na-noo
Na-na-na, yah-ah-hoo
Na-na-na, na-na-noo
Na-na-na, yah-ah-hoo
She was the daughter
Ah-ah-ahhh
Of a wealthy
Florentine Pogen
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Ga-ya-ee-annnn
Read 'em 'n weep
Read 'em 'n weep
(Take a booger home with you to)
Read 'em 'n weep
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-HAH
Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-HAH
Chester’s go-rilla
She go oink
Chester’s go-rilla
She go quack
Chester’s go-rilla
She go moo
Chester’s go-rilla
She go Hratche-plche
Hratche-plche