Lyrics Conehead - Frank Zappa

Conehead, she ain't really dumb
She's just a Conehead
'Tater chip crumbs all over her face
Is there any more beer stashed away at her place?
She's just a Conehead, she can't help herself
She's a Conehead kind of a girl

Pitch her a ring
That is the thing that's getting her hot
A hoop or a ring going over the top
Of her Conehead (She is from a small town in France)
And she's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of a guy
That's what she gives me is a ooh! Conehead!
When she's on her knees the point is so high (High!)
I keep saying, "Please keep it out of my eye"
'Cause she's a Conehead
She's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of a guy, kind of a girl-thing

Saturday night, you're home alone
The TV lights up as her dad comes home
He's been workin' all day at the driving school
In a stupid looking hat that he uses to fool
The people of Earth who might get back
If they knew he was really from Remulak

Where the Conehead people are from
Where the Conehead people go to
When the Conehead people are done
With the Conehead things that are fun

Connie the Cone is dressed real neat
Like a teenage girl from down the street
But Mom and Dad they don't approve
Carbohydrates is all they groove
Connie's eye has a tiny teer
But they rinse it away with a case of beer
A bag of chip and fiberglass
Her diet's a riot, I can't keep quiet
I'd love to try it but I think I'll pass
To eat the kind stuff they pack (Yes, they're packin' it!)
You'd have to be from Remulak

Where the Conehead people are from
Where the Conehead people go to
When the Conehead people are done
With the Conehead things that are fun
Where the Conehead people are from
Where the Conehead people go to
When the Conehead people are done
With the Conehead things that are fun
Where the Conehead people are from
Where the Conehead people go to
When the Conehead people are done
With the Conehead things that are fun
Where the Conehead people are from
Where the Conehead people go to
When the Conehead people are done
With the Conehead