Frank Zappa — Florentine Pogen The Best Band You Never Heard In Your Life

Ah-oh-oh-oh ah-oh-oh-oh ah-oh-oh-oh oh-oh Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Sow-oup Sow-oo-oup La-la la-la la-la la-la Lo-la lo-la lo-la She was the daughter of a wealthy Florentine Pogen (Sou-oup) Read 'em ’n weep Was her adjustable slogan She was a debutante daisy With a color-note organ Deep in the street She drove a '59 Morgan WOO-LAH! That's the kinda step she takes When her hot breaks hot brakes That’s the kinda sound she makes (ooh, let go uh me) When her crab cakes (Arf arf arf) She didn't like it when her fan belt Shrunk & got shorter (Ointment) Battery leaks could nearly cost her a quarter She didn't want to go home An' watch the pestle go mortar Later she speaks On how Perellis might court her Na-na-na, na-na-hoo Na-na-na, na-na-hoo Na-na-na, na-na-soup Na-na-na, na-na-soup She was the daughter Ah-ah-ahhh Of a wealthy Florentine Pogen Po-oh-wo-oh-oh Po-oh-wo-oh-oh Po-oh-wo-oh-oh Ga-ya-ee-annnn Read 'em 'n weep (Take a booger home with you to) Read 'em 'n weep (Take a booger home with you to) Read ’em ’n weep Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-HAH Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-HAH Chester's go-rilla She go oink Chester’s go-rilla She go quack Chester's go-rilla She go moo Chester's go-rilla She go Hratche-plche Hratche-plche