Frank Zappa — The Air Disconnected Synapses

The air Escaping from your mouth The hair Escaping from your nose My heart Escaping from the scraping And the shaping Of the draping . . I'm awaking In a T-shirt In a Chevy At the beach And I'm freezing And I'm wheezing And I know You were only teasing I hit you Then I beat you Then I told you That I love you In my car In a jar In my car In a jar Theeeeeeeeeeeeeee ha ha ha air Escaping from your pits The hair Escaping from my teeth From you My hands Are gripping But they're slipping And they're dripping Cause I'm tripping I got busted Coming through customs With a suitcase Full of tapes It was a special Tape recording And they grabbed me While I was boarding Yes they grabbed me Then they beat me Then they told me They don't like me And I crashed In my Nash We can crash In my Nash We can crash In my Nash We can crash With Graham Nash Look out now! The Bee Gees! Won't you be-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e Here my pleeeeeeeeeeea