Frank Zappa — Lonesome Cowboy Burt lyrics

Lyrics

Jimmy Carl Black:
My name is Burtram, I am a redneck.
All my friends, they call me Burt.
Mark Volman &Howard Kaylan:
Hi, Burt!
Jimmy Carl Black:
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,
n’teeth like pearls.
Wanna love 'em all.
Wanna love 'em dearly.
Wann 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’ll 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 …
Mark Volman &Howard Kaylan:
He’s lonesome cowboy Burt.
Don’tcha get his feelings hurt.
Jimmy Carl Black:
Come on in this place
an' I’ll buy you a taste.
You can sit on my face.
Where’s my waitress?
Mark Volman &Howard Kaylan:
Burtram, Burtram redneck.
Burtram, Burtram redneck.
Jimmy Carl Black:
I’m an awful nice guy.
Sweat all day in the sun.
I’m a roofer by trade,
quite a bundle I’ve made
I’m unionized roofin' old
Son-of-a-gun.
Mark Volman &Howard Kaylan:
He’s a unionized roofin' old
son-of-a-gun.
Jimmy Carl Black:
When I get off, I get plastered.
I drink till I fall on the floor.
Find me some Communist bastard
n' stomp on his face till he don’t
move no more.
Mark Volman &Howard Kaylan:
He stomps on his face till he don’t
move no more.
Jimmy Carl Black:
I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on drinkin'
till my eyes puff up an' turn red.
I drool on m’shirt.
I see if he’s hurt.
Then I kick him again in the head, let’s
Everybody:
Kick him again in the head! Boys!
Kick him again in the head! Now!
Kick him again in the head!
Jimmy Carl Black:
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 …
Mark Volman &Howard Kaylan:
He’s lonesome cowboy Burt.
Don’tcha get his feelings hurt.
Jimmy Carl Black:
Come on in this place
an' I’ll buy you a taste.
You can sit on my face.
Where’s my waitress?
Opal, you hot little bitch!