Lyrics Wonderful Wino - Frank Zappa, The Mothers Of Invention

Wonderful Wino

Bringing in the sheaves
bringing in the sheaves
we will come rejoicing
bringing in the sheaves
L.a.
in the summer of '69
i went downtown and bought some wine
i wasted my head on 3 quarts of juice
and now the grapes won’t cut me loose
'cause i’m a wino man
wino man
wino man
36, 24, hips about 30
(36, 24, hips about 30)
seen a fine lady and i started talkin' dirty
(seen a fine lady and i started talkin' dirty)
she looked at me and raised the thumb
(thumb, yeah)
and said: «jam down the road, you funky ass bum»
(jam it down, jam it down, funky ass bum,
that’s no way to talk to a lady!)
'cause you’re a wino man
don’t you know i am?
wino man
I, i went to the country
and while i was gone
a roller-headed lady
caught me widdling on her lawn
i am so ashamed, 'cause i’m a wino man
and i can’t help myself
help me somebody!
I’m a wino man
wino man
wino man
My guitar playing
and my wino career are in a slump
'cause i find myself now living
in a cardboard refrigerator box down by the houston dump
and, oh my god, i’m so fuckin' ashamed of myself
(so ashamed of myself)
everytime i get.
.. whooaaah!
I’ve been drinkin' all night till my eyes are gettin' red
well i crashed in the gutter and busted my head
bugs in my coat, been scratchin' like a dog
i can’t stand water, and i stink like a hog
give me five bucks
and a hot meal
give me five bucks
and a hot meal
give me five bucks
and a hot meal
give me fi-i-i-i-i-i.
..
maybe an old overcoat or two
maybe an old overcoat or two
maybe an old overcoat or two
oh my god, i just love overcoats