Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harry & Rhonda, artist - Frank Zappa. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Harry & Rhonda |
| Rhonda: |
| They pissed on us, harry! |
| they fuckin' pissed on us! |
| look at my fox! |
| Harry: |
| I know, dear… but they pissed on me too… he did say they were incontinent! |
| Rhonda: |
| Just smell this! |
| I think we should get out of here before they do something |
| else to us! |
| Harry: |
| Leave? |
| Now? |
| At these ticket prices? |
| Just hold your horses! |
| And it probably |
| wasn’t real piss, only theater piss! |
| They probably have a formula. |
| Some special stuff. |
| Comes out right out of the fur with woolite |
| Rhonda: |
| What’s happened to broadway, Harry? |
| Used to be you could come to one of these |
| things and the wind would be rushing down the plain or a fairy on a string |
| would go over the audience… but now Harry I ask you: is this entertainment? |
| Harry: |
| You’re absolutely correct, dear! |
| So far we haven’t seen a single good-looking |
| pair of legs… a single sequin-encrusted whatchamacallit… no firm, |
| rounded breasts! |
| This show is a disaster, Rhonda, a complete and utter |
| disaster! |
| Thing-fish: |
| Mmmm! |
| say dere… hey! |
| umm-hmm! |
| thass right! |
| hey you! |
| you two ugly white folks… |
| over heahhh! |
| As you know, de presence of carboniferous hard-core unemployables has gen’rally, |
| in de historical past, guaranteed an evenin' of upliftin' frolic and |
| cavortment… it'd be a shame fo y’all t’miss |
| On dis here one! |
| got some nice chairs fo' ya, rights ovuh heahhh |
| Harry: |
| Uhhh… beg pardon? |
| What’s going on here? |
| Rhonda: |
| Oh! |
| they’re touching me! |
| Harry! |
| Harry! |
| Harry! |
| Harry, do something! |
| They’re putting chains on me! |
| I’ll be stuck to the chair! |
| Oh! |
| What’ll I do? |
| I’ll miss intermission! |
| Harry: |
| They’re only 'theater chains', Rhonda! |
| just some sort of… |
| Rhonda: |
| These are real goddam chains, harry, and they’re not gonna come off with |
| woolite! |
| Harry: |
| I don’t mind the way they feel… they don’t bother me, honey… relax! |
| Go with the flow… |
| Rhonda: |
| Harry, you are an over-educated shit-head! |
| Thing-Fish: |
| Look here, folks… dis only fo yo own protexium! |
| once we gets rollin' heah, |
| things be happnin' all over de place dat could prove dangerous to persons not |
| previously acquainted wit de San Quentim mashed potatoes! |
| Rhonda: |
| I want the wind to come rushing down the plain! |
| I want fairies on a string over |
| the audience! |
| I want real broadway entertainment! |
| feathers! |
| spot-lights! |
| guilt! |
| hours upon hours of guilt! |
| about my mother! |
| about my father! |
| about brave women, |
| suffering at the hands of infantile, insensitive, dominating men! |
| and what do I get? |
| a potato-headed jig-a-boo with Catholic clothes on! |
| incomprehensible |
| Duck lips! |
| weak bladders draining through abnorminably large organs! |
| Jesus, Harry! |
| What the fuck is going on here? |
| Harry: |
| Simmer down! |
| If you’ll just roll with the punches… and don’t rock the boat, |
| I’m sure we’ll have a lovely evening at the theater! |
| Thing-fish: |
| Thass right! |
| we got fairies on a string fo yo ass jes' a little later! |
| meanwhile, I b’lieves y’all requires some updatement on de co-log-nuh |
| situatium! |
| sister Ob’dewlla 'X'! |
| express yo’seff! |