(Don Van Vliet)
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[includes quotes from Sweet Leilani (Owens) and Louie Louie (Richard Berry)]
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Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
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Particular about the point it made.
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(I got it...)
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Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper,
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This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin.
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And they called that 'tobacco juice'.
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I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx.
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My entire room absorbed every echo.
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The music was... thud like.
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The music was... thud like.
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I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug.
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Opaque melodies that would bug most people.
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Music from the other side of the fence.
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A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads.
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On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt.
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With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots.
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The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd.
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Beside the fly-pecked black doorway,
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That looked closed on the tar-lattice street.
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Up a wrought iron fire escape.
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Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels.
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Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek!
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Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
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Particular about the point it made.
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Sam was a BASKET CASE!
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A hardened dark ivory clip held... saleable everyday pencils.
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I wish I had a pair 'o bongos!
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Bongo Fury!
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Bongo Fury!
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Oowwwww! Bongo Fury!
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(Boogie!)
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Bongo Fury!
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Bongo Fury...
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Bongo Fury...
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Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top
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| Frank Zappa |
