Frank Zappa — Beatles Medley

Jim... once had a girl, or should we say, she once had he She... showed him her room, isn't it swell, Texas Motel She asked him to stay and she told him to sit anywhere So Jim looked around and he noticed there wasn't a prayer Jim... took off his rug, biding his time, pounding his pud He... prayed until two, and then she said, "How 'bout some head?" She said she was booked in the morning with Falwell and Pat Jim told her he wasn't, and dribbled some spoo in her lap And... when he awoke, hе was alone, she'd honed his conе So... he let her fly, isn't it swell, Texas Motel But then, suddenly... Picture yourself with a whore from New Orleans With big purple welts, all over her bod Somebody calls and you answer quite slowly It's the board from Assembly O' God Ignorant crackers like you've never seen, groveling under your bed Look for the girl with the spoo in her lap, and she's gone! Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Owwww! We saw her go down to a room by the airport Where Swaggart gets off watching pornography Everyone smiles as we tread through his horseshit That grows so incredibly high Newspaper writers appear at his door, waiting to take Jim away He climbs in the back with his head up his ass, and he's gone! Louisiana hooker with herpes [everybody!] Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Owwww! Picture yourself on your own TV station With brain-dead supporters with tears in their eyes Suddenly someone is there at commercial The girl with the pee-hole surprise Louisiana hooker with herpes [Last chance to sing it!] Louisiana hooker with herpes [I can't hear you!]Louisiana hooker with herpes Owwww! Ow! Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Owwww! Ow! Suddenly the evil Swaggart looks at the hooker and says... Let me take you down, 'cause we're going to... the Texas Motel Don't mind the smell It's nothing to get hung about Please leave your cash on the table Weeping looks better with eyes closed... While I'm confessing all my sins [I've sinned, I tell you!] It's getting hard to plook someone, but it all works out It's all pornography to Jim Let me take you down, 'cause we're going to... the Texas Motel We might go to hell But we'll have lots of company Falwell and Pat and that weasel No one knows who's in my dream... I mean it must be high or low I mean, I can't you know, tune in, but it's all right That is, I think it's not too bad Let me take you down, 'cause we're going to... the Texas Motel Don't mind the smell It's just some jizz from Jimmy-boy How 'bout some hay for the donkey? [Hee-haw!] No one knows, sometimes think it's me... [Ed Meese, ladies & gentlemen] But you know, I know when I don't know [The Golden Peasant himself] I think I know, I mean, I guess, but it's all wrong [And we believe him] That is, I think I disagree. [Uhh...] Let me take you down, 'cause we're going to... the Texas Motel Don't mind the smell It's just some old pornography Just keep on strokin' that sausage Just keep on strokin' that sausage [Jimmy-boy!] Just keep on strokin' that sausage