Frank Zappa — Magic Fingers Halloween 73- October 21st

Ooh, the way you love me, baby I get so hard now I could die Ooh, the way you love me, sugar I get so hard now I could die Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama Try me on for size Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby Red balloons just pop behind my eyes Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl Red balloons just pop behind my eyes Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama Try me on for size Do you really wanna please me? (You know I do) Well, tell me why you do it Well, I really wanna know (Well, it wouldn't be right For me to tell you tonight) You better tell me right away Or I'll dress up and go! (Don't get mad It ain't no big thing) You better tell me right away Don't treat me cold (HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT!) Well, funny you should mention it, but there are a lot of reasons why I would drag a girl such as yourself back to this plastic hotel room and rip you off for spare change to run a vibrating machine attached to this bulk-purchase, queen-size, kapok-infested, do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and make you take off all of your little clothes until you were virtually stark raving nude, and make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses . . . involving a plastic chair and an old guitar strap, while I did a wee-wee in your hair and beat you with a pair of tennis shoes I got from Jeff Beck and it goes something like this . . Soundly about the tits and buttocks Also in the cookie With a cold wet face towel Twirled and compact To make it go snappy When I pop it up you All the time recording your whimpers and grunts On my Sony cassette machine So all the guys in the band Can get off on the bus tomorrow Soundly about the tits and buttocks Also in the cookie With a cold wet face towel Twirled and compact To go snappy When I pop it up you All the time recording your whimpers and grunts On my Sony cassette machine So all the other guys in the band Can get off in the bus tomorrow