Frank Zappa - You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore, Vol. 6

Lonesome Cowboy Nando

My name is Nando
I'm a marine biologist
All my friends
They call me "Doh"

Hi, Doh

All my family
From someplace in this area
And they complain if I talk about this horrible pizza
During the show

Come out here, to Californy
Just to find me some pretty girls
Ones I seen gets me so horny
Ruby lips, 'n teeth like pearls

Wanna love 'em all, wanna love 'em dearly
Wanna a jellyfish, I'll even pay
I'll buy 'em furs, I'll buy 'em pizza
I know they like me, here's what I'll say

I'm lonesome cowboy Burt
Speakin' atcha
Won'tcha smell my fringe-y shirt?
Reekin' atcha
My cowboy pants
My cowboy dance
My bold advance
On this here waitress

He's lonesome cowboy Burt. A-Ha
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt

Come on in this place
An' I'll buy you a taste
You can sit on my face
Where's my waitress?

Burtram, Burtram redneck
Burtram, Burtram redneck

I'm an awful nice guy
Worked all day in the sun
I'm a roofer by trade
Quite a bundle I've made
I'm a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun

He's a unionized roofin' old son of a gun

"Darling, I crazy go nuts when I hear this, you know what I'm sayin'?"

When I get off, I get plastered
I swim till I fall on the jellyfish
Then I find me some academic kind of illustrator
I describe the little dangling utensils on this thing
And tell him to draw it up
So it looks just like a brand new jellyfish

"Take that! Take that!"
I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on swimmin'
Till my snorkel puffs up an' turns red
I drool on my shorts
I do some water sports
Then I take the jellyfish back to my house
And stick it in the bed! "Sorta..."

"Whaddya do?"
Stick it again in the bed

"That's right"

Stick it again in the bed
Stick it again in the bed
Stick it again in the bed

Lonesome cowboy Burt
Speakin' atcha
Smell my fringe-y shirt
Reekin' atcha
My cowboy pants
My cowboy dance
My bold advance
On this here waitress

He's lonesome cowboy Burt. Yee-ha
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt

Come on in this place
An' I'll buy you a taste
You can sit on my face
Where's my waitress?

"Opal, you hot little bitch!"

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Writer(s): Sid Tepper, Roy C. Bennett
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