Advance Romance (1984) - Frank Zappa

No more credit from the liquor store

My suit is all dirty, boy

My shoes is all wore

I’m tired and lonely, my

FBI heart is all sore

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I can’t stand it no more, no more

She told me she loved me

I believed what she said

She took me for a sucker, boy

All corn-fed

The next thing I knew

She had a bolt on the door

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I can’t use it no more, no more

She took Ike’s watch

Like they always do

(It was a Timex, too!)

(And ashamed on you, yeah)

No more money, boy

I shoulda knew

(Won't somebody go sit on ah…)

(Yes! He’s showin' the magic!)

(The tinsel’s here)

(The big drawers…)

The way she do me, boy

She might do you, too

(Awfully big drawers now!)

The way she do me, boy

She might do you, too

(She's from Utah!)

(I'LL TUMBLE 4 YA…)

The way she do me, boy

She might do you, too

(You remember Utah, you know what happened…)

Drawers!

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People I am through

I’m through!

Potato-head Bobby

Was a friend of mine

He opened three of his eyes

In the food stamp line

He opened four of his eyes

In the food stamp line

He opened five of his eyes

In the food stamp line

He opened six of his eyes

In the food stamp line

He said she might be a devil

(Well, I don’t know…)

But she sure was fine

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He wanna try it one time

Just one time

Later that night

He drop on by

He told her all he wanna do

Is come up and say «Hi»

HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI

HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI

Half an hour later

She had frenched his fry

(EVERYBODY!)

Frenched his fry

(ISN'T THAT AMAZING?)

(What?)

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Bobby, say good-bye-yay-yay-yay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ahh