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Frank Zappa - 200 Motels - Lonesome Cowboy Burt
200 Motels
Disc 1
01. Semi‐Fraudulent/Direct‐From‐Hollywood Overture
02. Mystery Roach
03. Dance of the Rock & Roll Interviewers
04. This Town Is a Sealed Tuna Sandwich (prologue)
05. Tuna Fish Promenade
06. Dance of the Just Plain Folks
07. This Town Is a Sealed Tuna Sandwich (reprise)
08. The Sealed Tuna Bolero
09. Lonesome Cowboy Burt
10. Touring Can Make You Crazy
11. Would You Like a Snack?
12. Redneck Eats
13. Centerville
14. She Painted Up Her Face
15. Janet’s Big Dance Number
16. Half a Dozen Provocative Squats
17. Mysterioso
18. Shove It Right In
19. Lucy’s Seduction of a Bored Violinist & Postlude
Disc 2
01. I’m Stealing the Towels
02. Dental Hygiene Dilemma
03. Does This Kind of Life Look Interesting to You?
04. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy
05. Penis Dimension
06. What Will This Evening Bring Me This Morning
07. A Nun Suit Painted on Some Old Boxes
08. Magic Fingers
09. Motorhead’s Midnight Ranch
10. Dew on the Newts We Got
11. The Lad Searches the Night for His Newts
12. The Girl Wants to Fix Him Some Broth
13. The Girl’s Dream
14. Little Green Scratchy Sweaters & Courduroy Ponce
15. Strictly Genteel (the finale)
My name is Burtram, I am a redneck
All my friends they call me "Burt" (Hi, Burt!)
All my family from down in Texas
Make their livin' diggin' dirt

Come out here to Californy
Just to find me some pretty girls
Ones I seen gets me so horny
Ruby lips and teeth like pearls

Wanna love 'em all, wanna love 'em dearly
Wanna pretty girl, I'll even pay!
I'll buy 'em furs, I'll buy 'em jewelry
I know they like me, here's what I say

I'm lonesome Cowboy Burt
Speakin' atcha
Come smell my fringe-y shirt
Reekin' atcha
My cowboy pants, my cowboy dance
My bold advance on this here waitress
Yodel-oh-oo-pee-hey
Yodel-oh-oo-pee!
(He's lonesome Cowboy Burt
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt)
Come on in this place and I'll buy you a taste
You can sit on my face, where's my waitress?

Burtram, Burtram redneck
Burtram, Burtram redneck
I'm an awful nice guy
Sweat all day in the sun
Roofer by trade, quite a bundle I've made
I'm a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun
(He's a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun!)

When I get off, I get plastered
Drink till I fall on the floor
Find me some Communist bastard
And stomp on his face till he don't move no more
(He stomps on his face till he don't move no more!)
I fuss and I cuss and I keep on drinkin'
Till my eyes puff up and turn red
I drool on my shirt, I see if he's hurt
Kick him again in the head (Yes!)
Kick him again in the head (Boys!)
Kick him again in the head (Now!)
(Kick him again in the head!)

Lonesome Cowboy Burt
Speakin' atcha
Come smell my fringe-y shirt
Reekin' atcha
My cowboy pants, my cowboy dance
My bold advance, on this here waitress
Yodel-oh-oo-pee-yeh
Yodel-oh-oo-pee!
(He's lonesome Cowboy Burt
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt)
Well come on in this place and I'll buy you a taste
And you can sit on my face, where's my waitress?
Opal you hot little bitch!