FRANK ZAPPA - Camarillo Brillo lyrics

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Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)<br>Ralph humphrey (drums)<br>Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals)<br>Tom fowler (bass)<br>Bruce fowler (trombone)<br>George duke (keyboards, synthesizer)<br>Ruth underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion)<br>Ian underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone)<br>Jean-luc ponty (violin, baritone violin)<br><br>She had that<br>Camarillo brillo<br>Flamin' out along her head,<br>I mean her mendocino bean-o<br>By where some bugs had made it red<br><br>She ruled the toads<br>Of the short forest<br>And every newt in idaho<br>And every cricket who had chorused<br>By the bush in buffalo<br><br>She said she was<br>A magic mama<br>And she could throw a mean tarot<br>And carried on without a comma<br>That she was someone I should know<br><br>She had a snake for a pet<br>And an amulet<br>And she was breeding a dwarf<br>But she wasn't done yet<br>She had gray-green skin<br>A doll with a pin<br>I told her she was awright<br>But I couldn't come in<br>(I couldn't come in right then...)<br><br>And so she wandered<br>Trough the door-way<br>Just like a shadow from the tomb<br>She said her stereo was four-way<br>An' I'd just love it in her room<br><br>Well, I was born<br>To have adventure<br>So I just followed up the steps<br>Right past her fuming incense stencher<br>To where she hung her castanets<br><br>She stripped away<br>Her ranchid poncho<br>An' laid out naked by the door<br>We did it till we were un-concho<br>An' it was useless any more<br><br>She had a snake for a pet<br>And an amulet<br>And she was breeding a dwarf<br>But she wasn't done yet<br>She had gray-green skin<br>A doll with a pin<br>I told her she was awright<br>But I couldn't come in<br>(actually, I was very busy then)<br><br>And so she wandered<br>Trough the door-way<br>Just like a shadow from the tomb<br>She said her stereo was four-way<br>An' I'd just love it in her room<br><br>Well, I was born<br>To have adventure<br>So I just followed up the steps<br>Right past her fuming incense stencher<br>To where she hung her castanets<br><br>She said she was<br>A magic mama<br>And she could throw a mean tarot<br>And carried on without a comma<br>That she was someone I should know<br><br>(is that a real poncho...i mean<br>Is that a mexican poncho<br>Or is that a sears poncho? <br>Hmmm...no foolin' ...)