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Packard Goose - Frank Zappa
Maybe you thought I
was the Packard Goose

Or the Ronald
MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse

Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse
For being what I am

Do you hear me, then?

All them rock 'n roll
writers is the worst
kind of sleaze

Selling punk like
some new kind of
English disease

Is that the wave
of the future?
Aw, spare me please!

Oh no, you gotta go

Who do you write for?
I wanna know

I believe you is the
government's whore
And keeping peoples

dumb is where you're
coming from

And keeping peoples

dumb is where you're
coming from

Fuck all them writers
with the pen in
their hand

I will be more
specific so they
might understand

They can all
kiss my ass
But because it's
so grand
They'd best just
stay away
Hey, hey, hey

Hey, Joe, who
did you blow?

Moe pushed
the button boy
And you went
to the show
Better suck a little
harder or the shekels
won't flow
And I don't mean
your thumb

So on your knees
you bum

Just tell yourself
it's yum

And suck it 'till
you're numb

Journalism's
kinda scary
And of it
we should be wary
Wonder what became
of Mary?
Hi! It's me...
the girl from the bus...
Remember?
The last tour?
Well...
Information is
not knowledge
Knowledge is
not wisdom

Wisdom is not truth

Truth is not beauty

Beauty is not love

Love is not music
Music is THE BEST...

Wisdom is the domain
of the Wis

(which is extinct).

Beauty is a French
phonetic corruption
Of a short cloth
neck ornament
Currently in
resurgence...

If you're in the
audience and like
what we do

Well, we want you
to know that we
like you all too

But as for the
sucker who will
write the review

If his mind
is prehensile
(His mind
is prehensile)
He'll put down
his pencil
(He'll put down
his pencil)
And have
himself a squat
On the Cosmic Utensil

(Cosmic Utensil)
Go give it all you got
On the Cosmic Utensil

(Cosmic Utensil)
Sit 'n spin until you rot
On the Cosmic Utensil

(Cosmic Utensil)
He really needs
to squat
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil
Cosmic Utensil)
Now that I got that
over with
I'll just play my

imaginary guitar again

Hey...
soundin' pretty good!

Hey...get down, me...

anBoy, what
imagination!

Love myself better
than I love myself...

I think...

What tone!

Sounds like an
Elegant Gypsy!

What is that?
Musk?

It's hip!