Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magic Fingers, artist - Frank Zappa. Date of issue: 16.12.2021
Song language: English
Magic Fingers |
| Zappa Frank |
| Miscellaneous |
| Magic Fingers |
| 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) |
| Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: |
| Ooh, the way you love me, lady, |
| I get so hard now I could die. |
| Ooh, the way you love me, sugar, |
| I get so hard now I could die. |
| Open up your pocketbook, |
| get another quarter out, |
| drop it in the meter, mama |
| and try me on for size. |
| Open up your pocketbook, |
| get another quarter out, |
| drop it in the meter, mama |
| and try me on for size. |
| Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby, |
| red balloons just pop behind my eyes. |
| Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl, |
| red balloons just pop behind my eyes. |
| Open up your pocketbook, |
| get another quarter out, |
| drop it in the meter, mama |
| and try me on for size. |
| Open up your pocketbook, |
| get another quarter out, |
| drop it in the meter, mama |
| and try me on for size. |
| Mark Volman: |
| Do you really wanna please me? |
| Howard Kaylan: |
| Y’know I do … baby. |
| Mark Volman: |
| Well, tell me why you do it… |
| I really wanna know. |
| Howard Kaylan: |
| Oh no no, I wouldn’t be right |
| for me to tell ya tonight… |
| Mark Volman: |
| You better tell me right away |
| or I’ll dress up and go. |
| Howard Kaylan: |
| Don’t get mad… it ain’t no big thing. |
| Mark Volman: |
| You better tell me right away, |
| don’t you treat me cold! |
| Howard Kaylan: |
| HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT! |
| Well, there are a lot of reasons why I’d drag a girl such as yourself back to |
| this plastic hotel room … and rip you off for spare change to run a … |
| to run a vibrating machine attached to this queen-size, bulk-purchase, |
| kapok-infested, do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and, |
| and make you take off all your little clothes … until you are nearly stark |
| raving nude. |
| (save for your chrome-with-heavy- duty-leather-thong Peace |
| Medallion) and make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving a |
| plastic chair and an old guitar strap while I did a wee-wee in your hair … |
| and beat you with a pair of tennis shoes I got from Jeff Beck… |