FRANK ZAPPA - Nanook Rubs It lyrics

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Jim gordon (drums)<br>John guerin (drums)<br>Aynsley dunbar (drums)<br>Ralph humphrey (drums)<br>Jack bruce (bass)<br>Erroneous (bass)<br>Tom fowler (bass)<br>Frank zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar)<br>George duke (keyboards, background vocals)<br>Don sugar cane harris (violin)<br>Jean-luc ponty (violin)<br>Ruth underwood (percussion)<br>Ian underwood (saxophone)<br>Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, background vocals)<br>Sal marquez (trumpet)<br>Bruce fowler (trombone)<br>Ray collins (background vocals)<br>Kerry mcnabb (background vocals)<br>Susie glower (background vocals)<br>Debbie (background vocals)<br>Lynn (background vocals)<br>Ruben ladron de guevara (background vocals)<br>Robert camarena (background vocals)<br><br>(well, right about that time people<br>A fur-trapper (who was strictly from commercial)<br>Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peekaboo) )<br>And he started into whippin' on my favorite baby seal<br>With a lead-filled snowshoe)<br><br>I said, with a<br>Lead-<br>Filled<br>With a lead filled snowshoe<br>He said, peekaboo<br>I said, with a<br>Lead-<br>Filled<br>With a lead filled snowshoe<br>He said, peekaboo<br>He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal<br>He went whap with a lead-filled snowshoe, and<br>He hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and he<br>That got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be. so I bent down<br>And I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generous<br>Mitten-ful of the deadly yellow snow<br><br>The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go!<br><br>Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow<br>Crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous<br>Circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined<br>To take the place of the mudshark in your mythology<br>Here it goes,the circular motion, now rub it!<br><br>(here fido)<br><br>And then<br>In a fit of anger<br>I pounced<br><br>And I pounced again<br><br>Great googly moogly!<br><br>I jumped up and down on the chest of the him<br><br>I injured<br>The fur trapper<br><br>Well he was very upset, as you can understand<br>And rightly so, because the<br>Deadly yellow snow crystals had<br>Deprived him of his<br>Sight<br><br>And he stood up, and he looked around, and he said<br><br>I can't see<br>I can't see<br>Oh, woe is me<br>I can't see<br><br>Well.....you know<br>I can't see<br>Nothin'<br><br>He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye<br>He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye<br>And the husky wee-wee<br>I mean the doggie wee-wee<br>Has blinded me<br>And I can't see<br>Temporarily<br><br>Well, the fur-trapper stood there, with his arms outstretched across the<br>Frozen white wasteland, trying to figure out what he was going to do about<br>His deflicted eyes. and it was at that precise moment that he remembered<br>And ancient eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is that<br>They write it on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyes<br>As the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named<br>Nanook,<br>The only way you can get it fixed up is to go<br><br>Trudging across the tundra<br>Mile after mile<br>Trudging across the tundra<br><br>Right down to the parish of st. alphonzo