Lyrics Florentine Pogen - Frank Zappa , The Mothers of Invention

She was the daughter of a wealthy
Florentine pogen
Read 'em 'n weep
Was her adjustable slogan
She was a debutante daisy
With a color-note organ
Deep in the street
She drove a '59 morgan
That's the kinda step she takes
When her heart breaks hot breaks
That's the kinda sound she makes
(Ooh, let go uh me)
When her crab cakes
(Arf arf arf)
She didn't like it when her fan belt
Shrunk & got shortened
(Ointment)
Battery leaks could nearly cost her a quarter
She didn't want to go home
An' watch the pestle go mortar
Later she speaks
On how perellis might court her
Na-na-na-noo, etc.
She was the daughter
Ah-ah-ahhh
Of a wealthy
Florentine pogen
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Ga-ya-ee-annnn
Read 'em 'n weep
Read 'em 'n weep
Read 'em 'n weep etc.
Chester's go-rilla
She go quack
Chester's go-rilla
She go oink
Chester's go-rilla
She go moo
Chester's go-rilla
She go
Hratche-plche
Hratche-plche