Текст песни Watts Riot (Demo) / Fillmore Sequence - Frank Zappa

Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
I been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
And I'm hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

I stayed home all afternoon, baby (I need you, I need you)
I was polishing my car (I need you, girl)
And there I was, I was watching television
You didn't try to call me
Momma, why don't you dig me anymore?
We were always really close together in study hall
And now it seems as though our teenage love is all shot to shit, baby
What is it?
Don't I use enough rose oil on my pompadour?
I don't know what the fuck's the matter, man
I been trying so hard!
I, I tried and I tried and I tried
And then I tried over again
About, oh, fifteen or sixteen times
All I wanted to do was get in your pants, baby
What is it?
Don't you love me anymore?

Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and let the tears fall out of your eye
Let 'em fall on your crotch
You know how I love to watch
I gave you my high school ring
At the Hippo Burger, baby
We had a teenage love
And you still got pregnant