Frank Zappa — Broken Hearts Are for Assholes Hammersmith Odeon

Hey! Do you know what you are? You're an asshole! ASSHOLE! Some of you might not agree 'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery But think a while and you will see . . Broken hearts are for assholes Broken hearts are for assholes Are you an asshole? Broken hearts are for assholes Are you an asshole too? Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole . . No no no, yeah yeah yeah I said that You . . . are . . . an ASSHOLE! Maybe you think you're a lonely guy 'N maybe you think you're too tough to cry So you went to The Grape Just to give it a try And Dagmar (A beautiful lady) Was his name . . (Alive an living in leather) The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his Pancake make-up Nearly drove you insane (Next week it’s all nude wrestling) And so you kissed a little sailor Who had just blew in from Spain You pulled the chain attached to the permanently erected nipples of Jimmy In a bold salute to pain You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel And acted like it was cocaine You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko In a way you can't explain And so you worked the wall with Michael Which gave your back an awful strain But you came back on Sunday for the gong show But you forgot what I was sayin' 'Cause you're an asshole, You're an asshole You're an asshole, you're an asshole You're an asshole, you're an asshole You're an asshole, you're an asshole Well, now you been to The Chest, you been to The Grape Now I think you know what you are: you're an asshole You say you can't live with what you've been through Well, ladies you can be an asshole too You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you But don't fool yerself girl It's lookin' at you Don't fool yerself girl It's winkin' at you Don't fool yerself girl It's blinkin' at you That's why I say I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute (Meow) Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute (Ay ay ay ay) Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute (Ay ay ay ay) Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poooop chute (Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay) Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer . . Oh I knew you’d be surprised, buddy