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Frank Zappa - Halloween 77 - Camarillo Brillo
Halloween 77
Disc 1
01. Halloween 1977 Show Start/Introductions
02. Peaches en Regalia
03. The Torture Never Stops
04. Tryin’ to Grow a Chin
05. City of Tiny Lites
06. Pound for a Brown
07. The Demise of the Imported Rubber Goods Mask
08. Bobby Brown Goes Down
09. Conehead (instrumental)
10. Flakes
11. Big Leg Emma
Disc 2
01. Envelopes
02. Terry’s Halloween Solo
03. Disco Boy
04. Läther
05. Wild Love
06. Titties ’n Beer
07. Halloween Audience Participation
08. The Black Page #2
09. Jones Crusher
10. Broken Hearts Are for Assholes
Disc 3
01. Punky’s Whips
02. Halloween Encore Audience
03. Dinah‐Moe‐Humm
04. Camarillo Brillo
05. Muffin Man
06. San Ber’dino
07. Black Napkins
08. King Kong
09. A Halloween Treat With Thomas Nordegg
10. Audience Participation #5
11. The Black Page #2
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)