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Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top - Frank Zappa
Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
particular about the point it made.
Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper,
this black juice came out on a hard shelled chin.
And that called that 'tobacco juice'.

I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx.

My entire room absorbed every echo..

The music was.. thud like. The music was.. thud like.

I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug.
Opaque melodies that would bug most people.

Music from the other side of the fence.

A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads.

On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt.

With same color shadows, and seamed(?) knobbed knees, and what-nots.

The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd.

Beside the fly-pecked black doorway,

that looked closed on the tar-lattice street.

Up a wrought iron fire escape.
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with
dark, hard, dark rubber wheels.

Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top,

particular about the point it made.

Sam was a BASKET CASE!

A hardened dark ivory clip held.. saleable everyday pencils.

I wish I had a pair 'o bongos!

Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury!

(boogie!)
Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury!