Artist: Frank Zappa
Title: Dong work for Yuda
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Central Scrutinizer:
Hello there…this is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER… Joe was sent to a special
prison where they keep all the other criminals from the music business…you
know…the ones who get caught…it’s a horrible place, painted all green on
the inside, where musicians and former executives take turns snorting
detergent and plooking each other…
(As the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER chuckles to himself for a moment, FATHER
RILEY, who became BUDDY JONES, steps into view in his new identity:
FATHER RILEY B. JONES, Prison Chaplain, who, in a rather heavy-handed
piece of imagery, is now entrusted with the job of singing this song as he
assists the captured executives in their quest for new meat to plook, and,
once having found these victims for the princes of the industry, trades them
little blobs of sanctified lubricant jelly for cigarettes and candy bars while
he holds them down so the execs won’t have to work too hard when they
stick it in.)
…Anyway, listen, while he’s in there he meets this guy who used to be a
promo man for a major record company, named Bald-Headed John… King
of the Plookers…
Father Riley B. Jones:
This is the story ’bout
Bald-Headed John
Former Execs:
Dong work for Yuda,
Dong, Dong
Father Riley B. Jones:
He talks a lot ‘n’ it’s
usually wrong
Former Execs:
Dong work for Yuda,
Dong, Dong
Father Riley B. Jones:
He said Dong
was Wong,
‘N Wong was Kong
‘N Dong work for
Yuda,
‘N John was wrong
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Dong work for Yuda
Dong, Dong
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
He said Dong
was Wong
And Wong was Kong
And Dong was Gong
‘N John was wrong
Father Riley B. Jones:
John’s got a sausage
Yeh man
John’s got a sausage
Yeh man
John’s got a sausage
that’ll make you fart
John’s got a sausage
that’ll break
your heart
Make you fart
And break your heart
Don’t bend over
if you are smart
He took a little walk
to the weenie stand
John’s got a sausage
Yeh man
A great big weenie
in both his hands
John’s got a sausage
Yeh man
He sucked on the end
’til the mustard squirt
He said, «Ya’ll stand
back ’cause you
might get hurt»
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
John’s got a sausage
Yeh man
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
He said Dong
was Wong
Wong was Kong
Kong was Gong
‘N John was wrong
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
Make way for the
iron shaschige
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
I need a dozen towels
so the boys can take
a shower
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
Bartender, bring me
a colada and milk
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
Well, on second thought,
make that a water…
HtO
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
Falcum…
Take me to the falcum!
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
I wave my bags
Did you wave your’n
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
Well how much
did they wave?
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
Ah’m almost two
kilometers tall
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
This girl must be
praketing richcraft
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Bald-Headed John:
Don’t worry about
the faggot
I’ll take care of
the faggot
Former Execs:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Try it again,
Try it again
Try, try, try again…
etc., etc., etc.
Bald-Headed John:
Your Pomona is
very extinct…
Yeah, I studied with
the Dong of Tokyo
‘N also with the
oriental Kato…
My body contain
uh water
I just loves the way
these Copenhagens
talks!
Driver, McDoodle…
Sausage
Salima
Salami
That looks like that
stuff that Freckles
lets out
Once a mumfth…
