Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pena, artist - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. Date of issue: 15.06.1969
Song language: English
Pena |
| Pena, her little head clinking |
| Like a barrel of red velvet balls |
| Full past noise |
| Treats filled her eyes |
| Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks |
| Soft like butter, hard not to pour |
| Out enjoying the sun |
| While sitting on a turned on waffle iron |
| Smoke billowing up from between her legs |
| Made me vomit beautifully |
| And crush a chandelier |
| Fall on my stomach an' view her |
| From a thousand happened facets |
| Liquid red salt ran over crystals |
| I later band aided the area |
| Sighed, oh well, it was worth it Pena pleased but sore from sitting |
| Choose to stub her toe |
| An' view the white pulps |
| Horribly large in their red pockets |
| «I'm tired of playing baby», she explained |
| An' out of, uh, blue felt box let escape |
| One yellow butterfly the same size |
| Its dropping were tiny green phosphorous worms |
| That moved in tuck an' rolls that clacked |
| An' whispered in their confinement |
| Three little burnt scotch taped windows |
| Several yards away |
| Mouths open to tongues that vibrated |
| An' lost saliva |
| Pena exclaimed, «That's the raspberries» |