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Frank Zappa - Philly ’76 - Camarillo Brillo
Philly ’76
Disc 1
01. The Purple Lagoon
02. Stink‐Foot
03. The Poodle Lecture
04. Dirty Love
05. Wind Up Workin’ in a Gas Station
06. Tryin’ to Grow a Chin
07. The Torture Never Stops
08. City of Tiny Lites
09. You Didn’t Try to Call Me
10. Manx Needs Women
11. Chrissy Puked Twice
Disc 2
01. Black Napkins
02. Advance Romance
03. Honey, Don’t You Want a Man Like Me?
04. Rudy Wants to Buy Yez a Drink
05. Would You Go All the Way?
06. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy
07. What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?
08. Dinah‐Moe Humm
09. Stranded in the Jungle
10. Find Her Finer
11. Camarillo Brillo
12. Muffin Man
She had that Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red

She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo

She said she was a Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was alright
But I couldn't come in
(I couldn't come in right then)

And so she wandered through the doorway
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
And I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born to have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She stripped away her rancid poncho
And laid out naked by the door
We did it 'til we were un-concho
And it was useless any more

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was alright
But I couldn't come in
(Actually, I was very busy then)

And so she wandered through the doorway
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
And I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born to have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She said she was a Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

(Is that a real poncho, I mean)
(Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?)
(Hmmm, no fooling)