FRANK ZAPPA-"Packard Goose" LYRICS

[Act III]

[SCENE SIXTEEN]

[PACKARD GOOSE]

[JOE: (clutching the hood ornament of an ancient car)]

Maybe you thought

I was the Packard Goose

Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse

Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse

For being what I am

Do you hear me, then?

All them rock n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze

Selling punk like some new kind ol English disease

Is that the wave of the future? Aw, spare me please!

Oh no, you gotta go

Who do you write for?

I wan u a know

I believe you is the governments whore

And keeping peoples dumb is where you're

C'oming from

And keeping peoples dumb is where you're coming from

Fuck all them writers with the pen in their hand

I will be more specific so they might understand

They can all kiss my ass

But because its so grand

They best just stay away

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, Joe, who did you blow?