Zoot Allures


1. WIND UP WORKIN' IN A GAS STATION

This here song might offend you some
If it does it's because you're dumb
That's the way it is where I come from
If you been there too lemme see yer thumb
Lemme see yer thumb
Lemme see yer thumb
Lemme see yer thumb
Lemme see yer thumb
(Etc.)

Show me yer thumb if yer really dumb
Show me yer thumb if yer really dumb
Show me yer thumb if yer really dumb
Show me yer thumb if yer dumb

Hey now, better make a decision
Be a moron and keep your position
You oughta know now all your education
If you know how you're gonna

Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Pumpin' the gas every night
Pumpin' the gas every night

Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Pumpin' the gas every night
Pumpin' the gas every night

Many da camper wants to buy some white
Many da camper wants to buy some white
Many da camper wants to buy some white
Many da camper wants to buy some white

Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station
Wind up workin' in a gas station
(Etc.)


2. BLACK NAPKINS

(Instrumental)


3. THE TORTURE NEVER STOPS

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble 'n piss their clothes 'n scratch their matted hair

A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know of the regular life in the day

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket 'n a mop
Where the blood goes down the drain

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loins 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done he done it first
Some wrong been done he done it first

An' he stinks so bad his bones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the night of the iron sausage
Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away down there
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at her
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in
That's what's the deal we're dealin' in


4. MS PINKY

I got a girl with a little rubber head
Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
She never talk back like a lady might do
An' she looks like she loves it every time I get through
An' her name is
P, I, N, K, Y
P, I, N, no lie
K, Y, me oh my
Sixty-nine ninety-five give her a try
P, I, N, K, Y
P, I, N, I cry
K, Y, don't be shy
Sixty-nine ninety-five, boy, give her a try

Her eyes is all shut in her ecstacy face
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place
Throw a little switch on her battery pack
You can poot it you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back
An' her name is
P, I, N, K, Y
P, I, N, I cry
K, Y, don't be shy
Sixty-nine ninety-five, boy, give her a try

I got a girl with a little rubber head
Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
She never talk back like a lady might do
An' she looks like she loves it every time I get through
Her eyes is all shut in her ecstacy face
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place
Throw a little switch on her battery pack
You can poot it you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back
You can poot it you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back
You can poot it you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back
You can poot it you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back


5. FIND HER FINER

Find her finer
Sneak up behind her
Rap like a mummy 'til ya fin'ly unwind her
Find her finer
See who designed her
Act like a dummy 'til ya finally grind her

If you should see a girl on the street
Now maybe you might think she is sweet
But if ya wanna tickle her treat
Now really what should ya do?

Don't never let 'er know you are smart
The universe is nowhere to start
Ya gotta play it straight from the heart
She gwine renunciate you
That's you why you gotta

Find her finer
Sneak up behind her
Rap like a mummy 'til ya fin'ly unwind her
Find her finer
See who designed her
Act like a dummy 'til ya finally grind her

Now maybe you might think this is crude
An' maybe you might think I am rude
An' maybe this approach I have spewed
Is not the one for you
But believe me later on you'll find
As you impress 'er with your mind
That you will just be left behind
For a wiser fool
So you might as well

Find her finer
Sneak up behind her
Rap like a mummy 'til ya fin'ly unwind her
Find her blind 'er
See who designed her
Act like a dummy 'til ya finally grind her

Find her finer
Sneak up behind her
Rap like a mummy 'til ya fin'ly unwind her
Find her blind 'er
See who designed her
Act like a dummy 'til ya finally grind her


6. FRIENDLY LITTLE FINGER

(Instrumental)

7. WONDERFUL WINO

LA in the summer of '69
I went downtown 'n bought me some wine
Oh I drank it down under the table
I said "Watch me now, I'm'on eat the label
Well I'm a wino man
Don't you know I am
Thirty-six Twenty-four hips about thirty
I seen a fine lady an' I started talkin' dirty
Boy, she looked over at me 'n she raised her thumb
She said "Jam down low [you bum b-bum bum?]"
Well I'm a wino man
Don't you know I am
I went to the country
'N while I was gone
I lost control of my body functions
On a roller-headed lady's front lawn
I'm so ashamed
I'm a wino man
I can't help myself
Been drinkin' all night
'Till my eyes got red
Stumbled on the gutter 'n busted my head
Bugs in my zoot soot
Been scratchin' like a dog
Can't stand no water
An' I stink like a hog
Gimme a five-dollar bill
An' an overcoat too
Gimme a five-dollar bill
An' an overcoat too
Gimme a five-dollar bill
An' an overcoat too
Five-dollar bill
An' a floor-shine too


8. ZOOT ALLURES

(Instrumental)

9. DISCO BOY

Disco Boy
Run to the toilet, honey,
Comb your hair.

Disco Boy
Pucker yer lip,
'N check yer shoulder,
'Cause some dandruff might be
Hiding there!

Disco Boy,
You're the
DISCO KING!
Aw, the Disco-Thing
Made you think
Someday,
That you
Just might
GO SOMEWHERE!

Disco Girl!
You're 'out-a-site'!
You need a Disco Boy
To treat you right
He'll do a little dance;
Take you home tonight
(Leave his hair alone,
But you can kiss his comb)

Disco Boy!
Run to the toilet boy,
'N comb your hair

Disco Boy!
Shake it more than three times
'N yer playin' with it
While yer standing there!

Disco Boy!
Do the Bump every night,
'till the Disco Girl
Who's REALLY RIGHT
Gonna fall for your line,
'N feed you a box fulla
Chicken Delight!

Disco chit-chat; so demure
Pump that booty all across the floor!
A disco drink
A disco wink
"You never go doody!"
(That's what you think)
"You never go doody!"
(That's what you think)
"You never go doody!"
(That's what you think)
"You never go doody!"
(That's what you think)

Doody
"You never go doody!"
Doody
"You never go doody!"

Disco Boy!
You got one more chance
To comb your hair again

Disco Boy!
They're closin' the bar,
And she's leaving with your friend!
(That's Right!)

Disco Boy,
That's the way it goes,
So wipe your nose,
'N try it again,
To get a little pussy tomorrow!

Disco Boy,
No one understands,
But thank THE LORD
That you still got hands
To help you do that jerkin' that'll
Blot out yer Disco Sorrow!

It's Disco Love Tonight
Make sure you look all right
It's Disco Love Tonight
Make sure you look all right




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