paroles de chanson Florentine Pogen - Frank Zappa

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 hot 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 and got shorter
(Ointment)
Battery leak 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

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

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