I writes songs it's not enough to shake myself from this rut If you asked I couldn't find the words to describe how this hurts Now I could drive 1000
on ya too We ain't gone play with this shit Same label and shit Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit Like piano keys (white-black
just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer's man's a cat they call Charlie McCoy You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease
, damn fools, Stak hard on ya too We ain't gone play with this shit, same label and shit Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit Like piano
an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer man's a cat they call Kickin' McCoy I know you remember that rubber-legged boy Mama's cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease
Lost their fame and fortune to the Coyote King He'll lead us through the canyons Deliver us to Eden Grease the clasped hands standing In the way of freedom
old piano and a knocked out bass The drummer man's a cat they call, Kickin' McCoy I know you remember that old rubber-leg boy Mama cookin' chicken, fried in bacon grease
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian underwood (alto saxophone, piano) Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet) Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine
just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer's man's a cat, they call Charlie McCoy You know, remember that rubber legged boy? Mama, cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease
hide. You could be respectable and keep it to yourself, Cause we know that she was the best that you've had. Yes I know, she was the best that you've had. Greased
Julie phoned and this is what she said She said ain't had a holiday in the past five years Working my fingers to the bone Forget that grease and grime
s just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer's man's a cat they call Charlie Mavoy You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease
