Magdalena - Frank Zappa, The Mothers Of Invention

There was a man

A little ole man

Who lived in montreal

With a wife and a kid

And a car and a house

And a teenage daughter

With a see-thru blouse

Who loved to grunt and ball — -

And her name was magdalena

The little ole man

Came home one night

To his house in montreal.

He caught his daughter

In the blouse by the light

And he said to himself:

«she looks all right!»

And he reached for a tit

And grabbed it tight

And threw her up Against the wall

(blue cross!)

Magdalena, my daughter dear,

Do not be concerned when your

Canadian daddy comes near.

My daughter dear

Do not be concerned when your

Canadian daddy comes near.

I work so hard,

Dont you understand,

Making maple syrup

For the pancakes of our land.

Do you have any idea

What that can do to a man

What that can do to a man?

Do you have any idea

What that can do to a man

What that can do to a man?

The little ole man

With the grubby little hand

Who lived in montreal

Was drooling a bit

As he reached for her tit

And he said to himself:

«this gonna be it!»

But the girl turned around

And said: «go eat shit!»

And ran on down the hall.

Right on, magdalena!

My daughter dear,

Do not be concerned when your

Canadian daddy comes near.

My daughter dear

Do not be concerned when your

Canadian daddy comes near.

I work so hard,

Dont you understand,

Making maple syrup

For the pancakes of our land.

Do you have any idea?

What that can do to a man

What that can do to a man?

Do you have any idea?

What that can do to a man

What that can do to a man?

Magdalena, dont you tease me like this

Right in the hallway with your blouse and your tits

If your mommy ever finds us like this

Shell call a lawyer, oh how mom will be pissed

Doodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uh

Doodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uh

Magdalena, magdalena, magdalena, magdalena,

Daughter of the smog-filled winds of los angeles,

Id like to take you in the closet

And take off your little clothes

Until youre virtually stark raving nude,

Spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body

And take you down to hollywood boulevard

And we can, we can walk down the streets

By the stars that say john provost and leo g.

carrol

Together, baby.

We can go dancing up at the cina grill … cant you see it: frank pernell and

us, until dark … dont you understand, my baby … I didnt mean, I didnt need,

I mean … it was so hard for me I just … I saw you standing under the shell pest strip late last night,

in the light, with your little nipples protruding through your little see-thru

thingie… and I just said my god, my god

Ave my sperm to this thing… and now I just,…oh you got me so hard, I just,

I dont know what to do magdalena, dont you understand?

so I grabbed you — but,

but dont hold it against me — I m Your mom will never know, baby … and I wantcha to come back to me… I mean…

do you understand me?

… I want you to… Im down on my knees to ya,

magdalena… I wantcha ta walk back to me,

.

I wantcha to turn around by the sparkletts machine… thats it!

thats it…

in the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon jesus picture on the

wall… and I want you to step, baby,

Nt you to walk back in your f Ive inch spike heels that you got at fredericks, same time you and your mommy

got that crotchless underwear last year for the christmas… and I want you to stroll back to me, baby… walk back

, dontcha understand me baby… I want you to walk back… Im down on bended

knees, baby… Im gonna, Im gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra…

dont you understand me.

Im gonna t Ff you little maroon hot pants… Im gonna get down on my knees, baby…

dontcha understand what Im saying to you… your mom will never know…

shes playing bridge with the girls… and you

… you and I will… baby, its just you and i… dontcha understand…

we can make love all night long… nobody will ever know… come on, magdalena!

…please, little girl… walk back to yo Ddy… what did I do that was so wrong?

…my god, I was only following the

sexual impulse like I heard on the johnny carson show… from a book or something I wrote, I didnt know what I was doin

Got carried away… walk bac

K, oh please, to your daddy… come on, magdalena… to your daddy, baby…

your mom will never know… come back to you daddy…