Frank Zappa — The Air Road Tapes Venue 3

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 (Homunculus!) In my car In a jar The air Escaping from your pits The hair Escaping from my teeth 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 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 Good God! Won't you please Hear my plea Yeah!