magic fingers

• bir frank zappa klasiği
  
  ooh, the way you love me, lady,
  ı get so hard now ı could die
  ooh, the way you love me, sugar,
  ı get so hard now ı could die
  
  open up your pocketbook,
  get another quarter out,
  drop it in the meter, mama
  and try me on for size
  open up your pocketbook,
  get another quarter out,
  drop it in the meter, mama
  and try me on for size
  
  ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby,
  red balloons just pop behind my eyes
  ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl,
  red balloons just pop behind my eyes
  
  open up your pocketbook,
  get another quarter out,
  drop it in the meter, mama
  and try me on for size
  open up your pocketbook,
  get another quarter out,
  drop it in the meter, mama
  and try me on for size
  
  mark:
  oh, do you really wanna please me?
  
  howard:
  you know ı do, baby
  
  mark:
  well, tell me why you do it
  ı really wanna know
  
  howard:
  oh, no, no, ı wouldn't be right
  for me to tell you tonight
  
  mark:
  you better tell me right away
  or ı pack up and go!
  
  howard:
  don't get mad
  ıt ain't no big thing
  
  mark:
  you better tell me right away,
  don't you treat me cold
  
  howard:
  hold ıt, hold ıt, hold ıt, hold ıt!
  well, there are a lot of reasons why ı'd . . . ı'd drag a girl such as yourself back to this . . . plastic hotel room and . . . rip you off for spare change to run a . . . to run a vibrating machine attached to this queen-size, bulk-purchase, kapok-infested, do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and . . . and make you take off all your little clothes . . . until you are nearly stark ravıng nude! (save for your chrome-with-heavy-duty-leather-thong peace medallion, heh . . . ) and make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving . . . a plastic chair and . . . an old guitar strap while ı . . . did a wee-wee in your hair and . . . beat you with a pair of tennis shoes . . . ı got from jeff beck