Frank Zappa — Wistful Wit a Fist-Full

What is happening to me And also to the old zombie i used to know? Of course the words was once spectacular Now we be talkin' de vernacular Dis a strange kind of reactium To de pig we et before I's immune to de resease I 'spose from sucking up de grease From de duo-denum drippings out of the pig before I could laugh and rub my chin When my resease come rolling in It's just like catching a second wind I feel so gay So might refer to me as scum 'Cause where dey all be coming from When de Galoot co-log-na rushin' down the ley Is underneath some raggedy dirt In de suburbian outskirts Of ol' Manhattan traffick happen near the gay white way I gets clammy saying "Mammy" I gets chills all up my spine I gets wistful wit a fist-full of venetian bline Just like tuggin' on de heartstrings Just like dem little ol' fallin' apart things Just like whatever that is that is rotten, yessir! We surely has not forgotten How to pretend to sing Now dis ol' twinklin' eye Only suckers forced to buy Dem 'spensive tickets we be sellin' at de door Now we got Broadway zombie mammies We got an ugly orphan Annie And the traditium will go on, and on, and on I loves to see de zombie fly It sorta makes ya, makes ya wanna cry 'Cause we's Broadway, we's expensive, and we can't I said we can't Can't never die! Can't never die! You're too kind