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Dong Work For Yuda - текст песни



Dong Work For Yuda


Artist: Frank Zappa


Title: Dong work for Yuda


--------------------------------




Central Scrutinizer:


Hello there...this is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe was sent to a special


prison where they keep all the other criminals from the music business...you


know...the ones who get caught...it's a horrible place, painted all green on


the inside, where musicians and former executives take turns snorting


detergent and plooking each other...




(As the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER chuckles to himself for a moment, FATHER


RILEY, who became BUDDY JONES, steps into view in his new identity:


FATHER RILEY B. JONES, Prison Chaplain, who, in a rather heavy-handed


piece of imagery, is now entrusted with the job of singing this song (Texts of songs ) as he


assists the captured executives in their quest for new meat to plook, and,


once having found these victims for the princes of the industry, trades them


little blobs of sanctified lubricant jelly for cigarettes and candy bars while


he holds them down so the execs won't have to work too hard when they


stick it in.)




...Anyway, listen, while he's in there he meets this guy who used to be a


promo man for a major record company, named Bald-Headed John... King


of the Plookers...




Father Riley B. Jones:


This is the story 'bout


Bald-Headed John




Former Execs:


Dong work for Yuda,


Dong, Dong




Father Riley B. Jones:


He talks a lot 'n' it's


usually wrong




Former Execs:


Dong work for Yuda,


Dong, Dong




Father Riley B. Jones:


He said Dong


was Wong,


'N Wong was Kong


'N Dong work for


Yuda,


'N John was wrong




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again


Dong work for Yuda


Dong, Dong


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again


He said Dong


was Wong


And Wong was Kong


And Dong was Gong


'N John was wrong




Father Riley B. Jones:


John's got a sausage


Yeh man


John's got a sausage


Yeh man


John's got a sausage


that'll make you fart


John's got a sausage


that'll break


your heart


Make you fart


And break your heart


Don't bend over


if you are smart


He took a little walk


to the weenie stand


John's got a sausage


Yeh man


A great big weenie


in both his hands


John's got a sausage


Yeh man


He sucked on the end


'til the mustard squirt


He said, "Ya'll stand


back 'cause you


might get hurt"




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again


John's got a sausage


Yeh man




Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again


He said Dong


was Wong


Wong was Kong


Kong was Gong


'N John was wrong




Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


Make way for the


iron shaschige




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


I need a dozen towels


so the boys can take


a shower




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


Bartender, bring me


a colada and milk




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


Well, on second thought,


make that a water...


HtO




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


Falcum...


Take me to the falcum!




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


I wave my bags


Did you wave your'n




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


Well how much


did they wave?




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


Ah'm almost two


kilometers tall




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


This girl must be


praketing richcraft




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Bald-Headed John:


Don't worry about


the faggot


I'll take care of


the faggot




Former Execs:


Sorry John


Sorry better


Try it again




Try it again,


Try it again


Try, try, try again...


etc., etc., etc.




Bald-Headed John:


Your Pomona is


very extinct...


Yeah, I studied with


the Dong of Tokyo


'N also with the


oriental Kato...


My body contain


uh water


I just loves the way


these Copenhagens


talks!


Driver, McDoodle...


Sausage


Salima


Salami


That looks like that


stuff that Freckles


lets out


Once a mumfth...



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