Florentine Pogen - Frank Zappa, The Mothers Of Invention

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Yow-ooh

Yow-yoo-yow

La-la la-la la-la la-la

Ba-la ba-la na-la

She was the daughter of a wealthy

Florentine Pogen

(You-ooh)

Read 'em 'n weep

Was here adjustable slogan

(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh)

She was a debutante daisy

With a color-note organ

Deep in the street

She drove a '59 Morgan

WOO-LAH!

That’s the kinda step she takes

When her hot breaks hot brakes

That’s the kinda sound she makes

(ooh, let go uh me)

When her crab cakes

(Arf arf arf)

She didn’t like it when her fan belt

Shrunk & got shorter

(Ointment)

Battery leaks could nearly cost her a quarter

She didn’t want to go home

An' watch the pestle go mortar

Later she speaks

On how Perellis might court her

Na-na-na, na-na-noo

Na-na-na, yah-ah-hoo

Na-na-na, na-na-noo

Na-na-na, yah-ah-hoo

She was the daughter

Ah-ah-ahhh

Of a wealthy

Florentine Pogen

Po-oh-wo-oh-oh

Po-oh-wo-oh-oh

Po-oh-wo-oh-oh

Ga-ya-ee-annnn

Read 'em 'n weep

Read 'em 'n weep

(Take a booger home with you to)

Read 'em 'n weep

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay

Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-HAH

Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-HAH

Chester’s go-rilla

She go oink

Chester’s go-rilla

She go quack

Chester’s go-rilla

She go moo

Chester’s go-rilla

She go Hratche-plche

Hratche-plche