Punky’s Whips - Frank Zappa

Punky's Whips - Frank Zappa
In today's rapidly changing world
Rock groups appear every fifteen minutes
Utilising some new promotional device
Some of these devices have been known
To leave irreparable scars
On the minds of foolish young consumers
One such case is seated before you:
Little skinny Terry 'Ted' Bozzio
That cute little drummer
That's right
Terry recently fell in love
With a publicity-photo of a boy named Punky Meadows
Lead guitar player from a group called Angel
In the photograph
Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo
In a semi-profile which emphasized the pootched out succulence
Of his insolent pouting rictus
The sight of which drove the helpless young drummer mad with desire
I can't stand the way he pouts
'Cause he might not be pouting for me
Pouting for you Punky Meadows pouting for you
His hair's so shiny and it's done real nice
'Til I squirm with ecstasy
Punky Punky give me your lips to die on
Oh Punky isn't it romantic
Punky Punky give me your lips
To die on I promise not to come in your mouth
Punky Punky your album's the shits
It's all wrong
I ain't really queer
But if he ever got near
Steven Tyler would PAY to see
PAY to see
Punky's lips Punky's lips
His hair's so shiny
I love his hips
I love his teeth and his gums and such
Punky
You're an Angel
You're too much
He's been havin' a rash
(No sh*t )
That keeps the girls away
(It's true)
Skin doom
(Skin doom)
Is what the doctors say
I wonder what Punky is rehearsing today
I'll just go over and hear him play
His hair is so pretty I'd like to bite his neck
I've heard a rumor he's more fluid than Jeff Beck
BUT I AIN'T QUEER
I AIN'T GAY
(He's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
A wrist array-ee-ay
(That's all that is I swear )
Punky's lips Punky's lips
Oh I love his hair while eatin' dunk-y chips
Yeah I love his blink and his blank-blank-blank
Why maybe he'd like to yank my crank
YANK IT PUNKY
YANK IT FASTER
YANK IT HARDER
YANK IT ALL NITE LONG
COME ON PUNKY
GET FUNKY
I AIN'T QUEER
No no no no
I AIN'T GAY
No no no no
(He's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
Wrist array-ee-ay
And then he told me now:
I AIN'T QUEER
(Hey )
I AIN'T GAY
(Hey Hey )
(He's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
I-I Lord
I'm fo-o-o-ond of chiffo-on
Oh oh oh oh
I-I I said I'm fo-o-ond of chiffo-on
In a wri-i-i-i-ist array