Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lonesome Cowboy Burt, artist - Frank Zappa. Date of issue: 28.10.1971
Song language: English
Lonesome Cowboy Burt |
| Zappa Frank |
| Miscellaneous |
| Lonesome Cowboy Burt |
| Mark Volman (vocals) |
| Howard Kaylan (vocals) |
| Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) |
| Aynsley Dunbar (drums) |
| George Duke (keyboards, trombone) |
| Martin Lickert (bass) |
| Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) |
| Jim Pons (vocals) |
| Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) |
| Jimmy Carl Black: |
| My name is Burtram, I am a redneck. |
| All my friends, they call me Burt. |
| Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: |
| Hi, Burt! |
| Jimmy Carl Black: |
| All my family from down in Texas |
| make their livin' diggin' dirt. |
| Come out here to Californy |
| just to find me some pretty girls. |
| Ones I seen gets me so horny |
| ruby lips, |
| n’teeth like pearls. |
| Wanna love 'em all. |
| Wanna love 'em dearly. |
| Wann pretty girl, |
| I’ll even pay … |
| I’ll buy 'em furs. |
| I’ll buy 'em jewelry … |
| I know they like me. |
| Here’s what I’ll say. |
| I’m lonesome cowboy Burt. |
| (Speakin' atcha!) |
| Come smell my fringe-y shirt. |
| (Reekin' atcha!) |
| My cowboy pants, |
| my cowboy dance, |
| my bold advance. |
| On this here waitress … |
| Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: |
| He’s lonesome cowboy Burt. |
| Don’tcha get his feelings hurt. |
| Jimmy Carl Black: |
| Come on in this place |
| an' I’ll buy you a taste. |
| You can sit on my face. |
| Where’s my waitress? |
| Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: |
| Burtram, Burtram redneck. |
| Burtram, Burtram redneck. |
| Jimmy Carl Black: |
| I’m an awful nice guy. |
| Sweat all day in the sun. |
| I’m a roofer by trade, |
| quite a bundle I’ve made |
| I’m unionized roofin' old |
| Son-of-a-gun. |
| Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: |
| He’s a unionized roofin' old |
| son-of-a-gun. |
| Jimmy Carl Black: |
| When I get off, I get plastered. |
| I drink till I fall on the floor. |
| Find me some Communist bastard |
| n' stomp on his face till he don’t |
| move no more. |
| Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: |
| He stomps on his face till he don’t |
| move no more. |
| Jimmy Carl Black: |
| I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on drinkin' |
| till my eyes puff up an' turn red. |
| I drool on m’shirt. |
| I see if he’s hurt. |
| Then I kick him again in the head, let’s |
| Kick him again in the head! |
| Boys! |
| Kick him again in the head! |
| Now! |
| Kick him again in the head! |
| Jimmy Carl Black: |
| I’m lonesome cowboy Burt. |
| (Speakin' atcha!) |
| Come smell my fringe-y shirt. |
| (Reekin' atcha!) |
| My cowboy pants, |
| my cowboy dance, |
| my bold advance. |
| On this here waitress … |
| Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: |
| He’s lonesome cowboy Burt. |
| Don’tcha get his feelings hurt. |
| Jimmy Carl Black: |
| Come on in this place |
| an' I’ll buy you a taste. |
| You can sit on my face. |
| Where’s my waitress? |
| Opal, you hot little bitch! |