歌曲名 Conehead 歌手名 Frank Zappa

作词：Frank Zappa

作曲：Frank Zappa

Conehead she ain really dumb

She just a

Conehead chip crumbs

All over her face

Is there any more beer

Stashed away at her place She just a

Conhead she can help herself

a Conehead girl

Pitch her a ring

That is the thing

That getting her hot

A hoop or a ring

Goin over the top of her Conehead

is from a small town in France

she a Conehead kind of girl a kind

Of guy

That what she gives me is Oooh

Conehead

When she on her knees

The point is so high

I keep sayin please

Keep it out of my eye she a

Conehead

a Conehead kind of a girl kind of

Guy kind of a girl

Saturday Night

You home alone

The TV lights up

As her dad comes home

He been workin all day

At the drivin school

In a stupid hat

That he uses to fool

The people of Earth

Who might get back

If they knew he was really

From Remulak where the

Conehead people are from where the

Conehead people go to when the

Conehead people are done with their

Conehead things that are fun

Connie the cone

Is dressed real neat

Like a teen girl

From down the street

But Mom Dad

They don approve

Carbohydrates

Is all they groove

Connie eye

Has a tiny tear

But they rinse it away

With a case of beer

A bag of chips

fiberglass

Her diet a riot

I can keep quiet

I love to try it

But I think I pass

To eat that kind of stuff they pack

You hafta be from where the

Conehead people are from where the

Conehead people go to when the

Conehead people are done with the

Conehead things that are fun where the

Conehead people are from where the

Conehead people go to when the

Conehead people are done with the

Conehead things that are fun where the

Conehead people are from where the Conehead

People go to where the Conehead

People are done where the Conehead

Things are fun where the Conehead

People are from where the Conehead

People go to when the Conehead