Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band — Pena

[Intro: Captain Beefheart, Victor Hayden (The Mascara Snake) and Frank Zappa] Ahaha... (Fast and bulbous!) Fast and bulbous! That's... ahaha (Hey do it again, whenever you want) I love that, I love those words Fast and bulbous! That's right, The Mascara Snake, fast and bulbous! Bulbous also tapered? Yeah but you've gotta wait until I say "Also, a tin teardrop" Oh... Christ, ahaha (Again, beginning) Fast and bulbous! That's right, The Mascara Snake, fast and bulbous! Also, a tin teardrop! Bulbous also tapered? That's right [Unintelligible screaming throughout] [Verse: Jeff Cotton] 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 And view her from a thousand happened faucets 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 chose to stub her toe And view the white pulps Horribly large in their red pockets "I'm tired of playing baby," she exclaimed And out of a blue felt box Let escape one yellow butterfly the same size Its droppings were tiny green phosphorous worms That moved in tuck and rolls That clacked and whispered in their confinement Three little burnt scotch taped windows several yards away Mouths open to tongues that vibrated and lost saliva Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries" [screaming]