Frank Zappa — Jones Crusher Baby Snakes

My baby's got Jones-crushin' love Jones-crushin' love (well-ah!) Jones-crushin' love Well my baby's got Jones-crushin' love Jones-crushin' love Jones-crushin' love She don't merely fit like a glove That little girl's got the jones . . . (yeah!) That little girl's got the jones . . She's tryin' to Grind up my jones Grind up my jones Grind up my jones Well, she's tryin' to Grind up my jones Grind up my jones (hey!) Grind up my jones She don't never wanna leave it alone She can push; she can shove Till it's just a nub She can push; she can shove Till it's just a nub Just a nub . . Just a nub . . Here she comes With her red dress on Steam shoots out From the sprinklers on the lawn Eyes be rolling On the concrete fawn The wind can't blow 'Cause the sky is gone The wind can't blow 'Cause the sky is gone The wind can't blow 'Cause the sky is gone The wind can't blow 'Cause the sky is gone Jones crusher, jones crusher! Deadly jaws, better get the gauze She's a jones crusher, jones crusher Deadly jaws, better get the gauze She's a . . . mmmh . . . ouch! Hey, look out for them the deadly jaws, y'all! [...], baby, OOOUUUCH! Aw, jones, y'all . .