Frank Zappa — Wino Man With Dr. John Routine

Bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves We will come rejoicing Bringing in the sheaves L.A. in the summer of '69 I went downtown and bought some wine I wasted my head on three quarts o' juice And now the grapes won't turn me loose I'm a wino man, don't you know I am 36, 24, hips about 30 (36, 24, hips about 30) I seen some witch and I started talkin' dirty (Seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty) She looked at me and raised her thumb Thumb yea-eah And said jam down the road, you funky-ass bum 'Cause I'm a wino man, know I am I, I went to the country And while I was gone A roller-headed lady Caught me weedlin' on her lawn I'm so ashamed, but I'm a wino man I can't help myself Oh yeah Wino man, don't you know I am Well, my drug indulgence And my wino career are in a slump 'Cause I find myself now living in a cardboard refrigerator box down by the Houston dump And I'm so ashamed I been drinkin' all night and my eyes are all red Why my (?) I don't know which way to go Give me five bucks and a hot meal Give me fi-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal (Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal) I tell you everytime I get a chance, oh yeah FZ: I wondered what it would sound like if Dr. John the Night Tripper sang this song? Gris gris gumbo, ya ya FZ: Should be gris-gris gumbo wino Heya dadadaah Come on Gris gris gumbo, ya ya Heya dadadaah [continues] They call me Dr. John I'm known as the Night Tripper Got my satchel of gris-gris in my hand We take all the stamped-out hippies way down the bayou I'm the last of the best, known as the gris-gris man And my women say And my band be cookin' And I don't need no Fender Amplifier Come on Everybody sing along, come on Gris-gris The doctor's on get down sometime The preceding was paid for Shuck shuck shuck shuck . .