歌曲 | Camarillo Brillo |
歌手 | Frank Zappa |
专辑 | Over-Nite Sensation |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Zappa | |
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals) | |
Ralph humphrey (drums) | |
Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals) | |
Tom fowler (bass) | |
Bruce fowler (trombone) | |
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer) | |
Ruth underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion) | |
Ian underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone) | |
Jean-luc ponty (violin, baritone violin) | |
She had that | |
Camarillo brillo | |
Flamin' out along her head, | |
I mean her mendocino bean-o | |
By where some bugs had made it red | |
She ruled the toads | |
Of the short forest | |
And every newt in idaho | |
And every cricket who had chorused | |
By the bush in buffalo | |
She said she was | |
A magic mama | |
And she could throw a mean tarot | |
And carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone i should know | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn't done yet | |
She had gray-green skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But i couldn't come in | |
(i couldn't come in right then...) | |
And so she wandered | |
Trough the door-way | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was four-way | |
An' i'd just love it in her room | |
Well, i was born | |
To have adventure | |
So i just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She stripped away | |
Her ranchid poncho | |
An' laid out naked by the door | |
We did it till we were un-concho | |
An' it was useless any more | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn't done yet | |
She had gray-green skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But i couldn't come in | |
(actually, i was very busy then) | |
And so she wandered | |
Trough the door-way | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was four-way | |
An' i'd just love it in her room | |
Well, i was born | |
To have adventure | |
So i just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She said she was | |
A magic mama | |
And she could throw a mean tarot | |
And carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone i should know | |
(is that a real poncho...i mean | |
Is that a mexican poncho | |
Or is that a sears poncho? | |
Hmmm...no foolin' ...) |
zuo ci : Zappa | |
Frank zappa guitar, vocals | |
Ralph humphrey drums | |
Sal marquez trumpet, vocals | |
Tom fowler bass | |
Bruce fowler trombone | |
George duke keyboards, synthesizer | |
Ruth underwood marimba, vibes, percussion | |
Ian underwood flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone | |
Jeanluc ponty violin, baritone violin | |
She had that | |
Camarillo brillo | |
Flamin' out along her head, | |
I mean her mendocino beano | |
By where some bugs had made it red | |
She ruled the toads | |
Of the short forest | |
And every newt in idaho | |
And every cricket who had chorused | |
By the bush in buffalo | |
She said she was | |
A magic mama | |
And she could throw a mean tarot | |
And carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone i should know | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn' t done yet | |
She had graygreen skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But i couldn' t come in | |
i couldn' t come in right then... | |
And so she wandered | |
Trough the doorway | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was fourway | |
An' i' d just love it in her room | |
Well, i was born | |
To have adventure | |
So i just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She stripped away | |
Her ranchid poncho | |
An' laid out naked by the door | |
We did it till we were unconcho | |
An' it was useless any more | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn' t done yet | |
She had graygreen skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But i couldn' t come in | |
actually, i was very busy then | |
And so she wandered | |
Trough the doorway | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was fourway | |
An' i' d just love it in her room | |
Well, i was born | |
To have adventure | |
So i just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She said she was | |
A magic mama | |
And she could throw a mean tarot | |
And carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone i should know | |
is that a real poncho... i mean | |
Is that a mexican poncho | |
Or is that a sears poncho? | |
Hmmm... no foolin' ... |
zuò cí : Zappa | |
Frank zappa guitar, vocals | |
Ralph humphrey drums | |
Sal marquez trumpet, vocals | |
Tom fowler bass | |
Bruce fowler trombone | |
George duke keyboards, synthesizer | |
Ruth underwood marimba, vibes, percussion | |
Ian underwood flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone | |
Jeanluc ponty violin, baritone violin | |
She had that | |
Camarillo brillo | |
Flamin' out along her head, | |
I mean her mendocino beano | |
By where some bugs had made it red | |
She ruled the toads | |
Of the short forest | |
And every newt in idaho | |
And every cricket who had chorused | |
By the bush in buffalo | |
She said she was | |
A magic mama | |
And she could throw a mean tarot | |
And carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone i should know | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn' t done yet | |
She had graygreen skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But i couldn' t come in | |
i couldn' t come in right then... | |
And so she wandered | |
Trough the doorway | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was fourway | |
An' i' d just love it in her room | |
Well, i was born | |
To have adventure | |
So i just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She stripped away | |
Her ranchid poncho | |
An' laid out naked by the door | |
We did it till we were unconcho | |
An' it was useless any more | |
She had a snake for a pet | |
And an amulet | |
And she was breeding a dwarf | |
But she wasn' t done yet | |
She had graygreen skin | |
A doll with a pin | |
I told her she was awright | |
But i couldn' t come in | |
actually, i was very busy then | |
And so she wandered | |
Trough the doorway | |
Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
She said her stereo was fourway | |
An' i' d just love it in her room | |
Well, i was born | |
To have adventure | |
So i just followed up the steps | |
Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
To where she hung her castanets | |
She said she was | |
A magic mama | |
And she could throw a mean tarot | |
And carried on without a comma | |
That she was someone i should know | |
is that a real poncho... i mean | |
Is that a mexican poncho | |
Or is that a sears poncho? | |
Hmmm... no foolin' ... |