Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wistful Wit A Fist-Full, artist - Frank Zappa. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Wistful Wit A Fist-Full |
| What is happening to me |
| And also to the old zombie i used to know? |
| Of course the words was once spectacular |
| Now we be talkin' de vernacular |
| Dis a strange kind of reactium |
| To de pig we et before |
| I’s immune to de resease |
| I 'spose from sucking up de grease |
| From de duo-denum drippings out of the pig before |
| I could laugh and rub my chin |
| When my resease come rolling in |
| It’s just like catching a second wind |
| I feel so gay |
| So might refer to me as scum |
| 'Cause where dey all be coming from |
| When de Galoot co-log-na rushin' down the ley |
| Is underneath some raggedy dirt |
| In de suburbian outskirts |
| Of ol' Manhattan traffick happen near the gay white way |
| I gets clammy saying «Mammy» |
| I gets chills all up my spine |
| I gets wistful wit a fist-full of venetian bline |
| Just like tuggin' on de heartstrings |
| Just like dem little ol' fallin' apart things |
| Just like whatever that is that is rotten, yessir! |
| We surely has not forgotten |
| How to pretend to sing |
| Now dis ol' twinklin' eye |
| Only suckers forced to buy |
| Dem 'spensive tickets we be sellin' at de door |
| Now we got Broadway zombie mammies |
| We got an ugly orphan Annie |
| And the traditium will go on, and on, and on |
| I loves to see de zombie fly |
| It sorta makes ya, makes ya wanna cry |
| 'Cause we’s Broadway, we’s expensive, and we can’t |
| I said we can’t |
| Can’t never die! |
| Can’t never die! |
| You’re too kind |