The Booger Man (Live) - Frank Zappa перевод на немецкий

The Booger Man (Live)

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards)
Ruth Underwood (percussion)
Tom Fowler (bass)
Chester Thompson (drums)

White juice on his beard
Well the booger man
White juice on his beard
Get down
White juice on his beard
The booger man
White juice on his beard
In my room
White juice on his beard
Look at the booger
White juice on his beard
Then he was gone
White juice on his beard
Wait three hours
White juice on his beard
Didnt sing no song
White juice on his beard
I said: What youre doing
None of your bizz
Said what youre doing
He said: None of your bizz
His pants were sticking through his leg
Talk about the Booger man
His pants were sticking through his leg
Right over there
His pants were sticking through his leg
Oh the Booger man
His pants were sticking through his leg
Had a bear
His pants were sticking through his leg
The Booger man
Wonder why
They ate after six
Wonder why
I said: What youre doing
Wonder why
With you ole tricks
Wonder why
Oh Lord the Booger man
His pants were sticking through his leg
In my room
His pants were sticking through his leg
Damn little booger
White stuff on his beard
Till my noon
White stuff on his beard
What youre doing
White cream on his beard
In my bed
White cream on his beard
With that booger
His pants were sticking through his leg
Instead
His pants were sticking through his leg
Somebody find
Smell my beard is what he said
Somebody find, find, find
Smell my beard is what he said
Somebody find, find, find
Sho was good
Somebody made me do this

The Booger man get on down
The Booger man had a crown
On his head now
Cleaned his shoes
In his bed now, playin the blues, oh yeah. Ah, lord.

Personally I aint got nothing against no boogers y'know every now and then you know ...

Yes, just listen to George all you boogers in the audience. This is Georges plea.

But see, what you have to remember that uh, in the final analysis, a booger to one is not a booger to all, he he ... Aint that right, aint that right?

Thats right!

Aint that right

Please, get down Ruth ...

Napoleon: As Chester would say:
A booger is in the eye of the beholder

Sure is ...

Der Popelmann (Live)

Frank Zappa (Leadgitarre, Gesang)
Napoleon Murphy Brock (Saxophon, Gesang)
George Duke (Keyboards)
Ruth Underwood (Schlagzeug)
Tom Fowler (Bass)
Chester Thompson (Schlagzeug)

Weißer Saft in seinem Bart
Na, der Popelmann
Weißer Saft in seinem Bart
Komm runter
Weißer Saft in seinem Bart
Der Popelmann
Weißer Saft in seinem Bart
In meinem Zimmer
Weißer Saft in seinem Bart
Schau dir den Popel an
Weißer Saft in seinem Bart
Dann war er weg
Weißer Saft in seinem Bart
Warte drei Stunden
Weißer Saft in seinem Bart
Hat kein Lied gesungen
Weißer Saft in seinem Bart
Ich sagte: Was machst du da?
Geht dich nichts an
Sagte, was machst du da?
Er sagte: Geht dich nichts an
Seine Hose klebte an seinem Bein
Rede über den Popelmann
Seine Hose klebte an seinem Bein
Gleich da drüben
Seine Hose klebte an seinem Bein
Oh, der Popelmann
Seine Hose klebte an seinem Bein
Hatte einen Bären
Seine Hose klebte an seinem Bein
Der Popelmann
Frage mich, warum
Sie haben nach sechs gegessen
Frage mich, warum
Ich sagte: Was machst du da?
Frage mich, warum
Mit deinen alten Tricks
Frage mich, warum
Oh Herr, der Popelmann
Seine Hose klebte an seinem Bein
In meinem Zimmer
Seine Hose klebte an seinem Bein
Verdammter kleiner Popel
Weißes Zeug in seinem Bart
Bis zu meinem Mittag
Weißes Zeug in seinem Bart
Was machst du?
Weiße Creme in seinem Bart
In meinem Bett
Weiße Creme in seinem Bart
Mit diesem Popel
Seine Hose klebte an seinem Bein
Stattdessen
Seine Hose klebte an seinem Bein
Jemand finde
Riech an meinem Bart, hat er gesagt
Jemand finde, finde, finde
Riech an meinem Bart, hat er gesagt
Jemand finde, finde, finde
War verdammt gut
Jemand hat mich dazu gebracht

Der Popelmann, komm runter
Der Popelmann hatte eine Krone
Auf seinem Kopf, jetzt
Hat seine Schuhe geputzt
In seinem Bett, jetzt, spielt den Blues, oh ja. Ah, Herr.

Ich persönlich habe nichts gegen Popel, weißt du, ab und zu, du weißt schon ...

Ja, hör einfach auf George, all ihr Popel im Publikum. Das ist Georges Plädoyer.

Aber sieh mal, was du dir merken musst, ist, dass äh, letztendlich, ein Popel für den einen nicht ein Popel für alle ist, hehe ... Stimmt's, stimmt's?

Stimmt!

Stimmt's?

Bitte, komm runter, Ruth ...

Napoleon: Wie Chester sagen würde:
Ein Popel liegt im Auge des Betrachters

Sicher ist es das ...