She had that
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Camarillo brillo
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Flamin' out along her head,
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I mean her Mendocino bean-o
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By where some bugs had made it red
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She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
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And every newt in Idaho
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And every cricket who had chorused
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By the bush in Buffalo
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She said she was
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A Magic Mama
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And she could throw a mean Tarot
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And carried on without a comma
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That she was someone I should know
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She had a snake for a pet
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And an amulet
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And she was breeding a dwarf
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But she wasn't done yet
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She had gray-green skin
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A doll with a pin
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I told her she was awright
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But I couldn't come in
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(I couldn't come in right then...)
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And so she wandered
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Through the door-way
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Just like a shadow from the tomb
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She said her stereo was four-way
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An' I'd just love it in her room
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Well, I was born
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To have adventure
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So I just followed up the steps
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Right past her fuming incense stencher
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To where she hung her castanets
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She stripped away
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Her rancid poncho
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An' laid out naked by the door
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We did it till we were un-concho
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An' it was useless any more
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She had a snake for a pet
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And an amulet
|
And she was breeding a dwarf
|
But she wasn't done yet
|
She had gray-green skin
|
A doll with a pin
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I told her she was awright
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But I couldn't come in
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(actually, I was very busy then)
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And so she wandered
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Through the door-way
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Just like a shadow from the tomb
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She said her stereo was four-way
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An' I'd just love it in her room
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Well, I was born
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To have adventure
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So I just followed up the steps
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Right past her fuming incense stencher
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To where she hung her castanets
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She said she was
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A Magic Mama
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And she could throw a mean Tarot
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And carried on without a comma
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That she was someone I should know
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(Is that a real poncho... I mean
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Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
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Hmmm... no foolin'...)
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Camarillo Brillo
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| Frank Zappa |
