| Frank:
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| My name is Nando
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| I’m a marine biologist
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| All my friends
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| They call me «Doh»
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| Ike & Mike:
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| Hi, Doh!
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| Frank:
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| All my family
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| From someplace in this area
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| And they complain if I talk about this horrible pizza
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| During the show
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| All:
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| Come out here, to Californy
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| Just to find me some pretty girls
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| Ones I seen gets me so horny
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| Ruby lips, 'n teeth like pearls
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| Wanna love 'em all, wanna love 'em dearly
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| Wanna a jellyfish, I’ll even pay
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| I’ll buy 'em furs, I’ll buy 'em pizza
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| I know they like me, here’s what I’ll say:
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| Jimmy Carl Black:
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| I’m lonesome cowboy Burt
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| Speakin' atcha!
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| Won’tcha smell my fringe-y shirt?
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| Reekin' atcha!
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| My cowboy pants
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| My cowboy dance
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| My bold advance
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| On this here waitress…
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| Mark & Howard:
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| He’s lonesome cowboy Burt. |
| A-Ha!
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| Don’tcha get his feelings hurt
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| Jimmy:
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| Come on in this place
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| An' I’ll buy you a taste
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| You can sit on my face
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| Where’s my waitress?
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| Mark & Howard:
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| Burtram, Burtram redneck!
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| Burtram, Burtram redneck!
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| Jimmy:
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| I’m an awful nice guy
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| Worked all day in the sun
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| I’m a roofer by trade
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| Quite a bundle I’ve made
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| I’m a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun
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| Mark & Howard:
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| He’s a unionized roofin' old son of a gun!
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| Ike:
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| «Darling, I crazy go nuts when I hear this
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| You know what I’m sayin'?»
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| Frank:
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| When I get off, I get plastered
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| I swim till I fall on the jellyfish
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| Then I find me some academic kind of illustrator
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| I describe the little dangling utensils on this thing
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| And tell him to draw it up
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| So it looks just like a brand new jellyfish
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| Ike & Mike:
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| (trying to follow along, they sing some gibberish)
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| Frank:
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| «Take that! |
| Take that!»
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| I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on swimmin'
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| Till my snorkel puffs up an' turns red
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| I drool on my shorts
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| I do some water sports
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| Then I take the jellyfish back to my house
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| And stick it in the bed! |
| «Sorta…»
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| Ike & Mike:
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| «Whaddya do?»
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| Stick it again in the bed!
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| Frank:
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| «That's right!
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| Ike & Mike:
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| Stick it again in the bed!
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| Stick it again in the bed!
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| Stick it again in the bed!
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| Jimmy:
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| Lonesome cowboy Burt
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| Speakin' atcha!
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| Smell my fringe-y shirt
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| Reekin' atcha!
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| My cowboy pants
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| My cowboy dance
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| My bold advance
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| On this here waitress!
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| Mark & Howard:
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| He’s lonesome cowboy Burt. |
| Yee-ha!
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| Don’tcha get his feelings hurt!
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| Jimmy:
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| Come on in this place
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| An' I’ll buy you a taste
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| You can sit on my face
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| Where’s my waitress?
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| «Opal, you hot little bitch!» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lonesome Cowboy Nando , by - Frank Zappa. Song from the album You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore, Vol. 6, in the genre Иностранный рок