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frank zappa - sofa [swiss cheese/fire!] lyrics

fz: this is a piece for those of you in the audience who happen to speak german. and if you do happen to speak german after this piece you’ll probably regret it . .

one, two, three . .

fz: once upon a time, way back a long time ago, when the universe consisted of nothing more elaborate than mark maroon . .
mark: oh, thank you frank. hiya, friends! what a life! i can’t begin to tell you. i mean, today as i was walking here, just like every place else i go, people walk up to me and they go, “mark, mark, mark.” (bark! bark! bark!) a hare-lipped dog. “mark, are you kidding?” and all i can say back to them is friends, friends, i am not kidding. i feel great. i mean i’m portly, and i’m maroon. what else could you ask for? can anybody here in this audience, in our vast audience back there, even you in the cheap seats, can you guess what i am?
howard: no, we can’t guess what you are
jim: we can’t guess what you are
mark: well then, i’ll give each and every one of you some clues. clue number one (and i’ve already given this away), i am portly, clue number one. i am portly, i am clue number one
(mark! mark!)
howard: i still don’t know who you are
mark: ok, then i’ll give you clue number two, and this is very important to the girls in the audience, i am double knit
mothers & audience: ohhhhh
mark: i stretch. and clue number three . .
howard: still don’t know who you are, though
mark: well, i was gonna to give ya the clue anyway
fz: does it matter with a response like that?
mark: clue number three, and these are for the people standing right in front the vocal pa-mike, ich bin maroon!
howard: ahhhh, why didn’t you say so!

fz: once upon a time, way back a long time ago, way back when the universe consisted of nothing more elaborate than mark maroon . .
mark: thank you, frank, hiya friends
fz: trying to convince each and every member of this audience here tonight that he was nothing more, nothing less than a fat maroon sofa suspended in the midst of a vast emptiness, a light shineth down from heaven. and who should appear but the good lord himself and his faithful saint bernard, wendell
howard?: down wendell, down!
fz: and he was feeling fine that day. and if there was one thing that he could use it would be a nice sofa for him and wendell. and he looked at the sofa, and he said unto himself, “this sofa is all right except that what it needs is a floor.” and so in order to attain the floor, he consulted with the celestial corps of engineers and addressed them formally with a little song in deutsch, because that is the way he talks whenever it’s heavy business, take it away, god . .

gib zu mir etwas fußbodenbelag
unter diesem fetten, fließenden sofa
(everybody!)
gib zu mir etwas fußbodenbelag
unter diesem fetten, fließenden sofa

fz: and of course that means, “give unto to me a bit of flooring underneath of this fat floating sofa.” and sure enough boards of oak appeared throughout the emptiness as far as vision permits, stretching all the way from fondue central up on top of the hill, right down to the front door of the excelsior hotel. and the lord proceeded to deliver unto the sofa a brief lecture that will set forth in specific language, the sum total of all of
their future relationships, including options, with an electric clarinet

yeah!

ich bin der himmel
(this goes out to urban gwerder in the box)
ich bin das w-sser
ich bin der dreck unter deinen walzen
ich bin dein geheimer schmutz
und verlorenes metallgeld (metallgeld)
unter deine ritze
ich bin deine ritze und [britze]

ich bin wolken
ich bin bestickt
ich bin der autor aller felgen
und damast-paspeln
ich bin der chrome dinette
ich bin der chrome dinette
ich bin eier aller arten

ich bin alle tage und naechte
ich bin alle tage und naechte

ich bin hier
und du bist mein sofa
(aiee-ah!)
ich bin hier
und du bist mein sofa
(aiee-ah!)
ich bin hier
und du bist mein sofa

fz: i am here and you are my sofa

eddie, are you kidding me?
eddie, are you kidding me?
eddie, are you kidding me?

ein licht scheint vom himmel herab
kometen und alle rasenden truemmer
dunkle gase und tiefgefrorene negative aus […]
zittern bei der ankunft des herren

fz: a light shines down from heaven, a dense ec-menical patina at the right hand of god’s big sofa. and the lord put aside his huge cigar and considered it was time now to entertain himself on that heavenly afternoon with the sofa, wendell, his girlfriend—who was a little bit short—, and her -ssistant squat, the magic pig. and he did it like this:

bring her zu mir
das kurze maedchen

fz: bring unto me the short girl

und squat, das magische schwein

fz: and squat the magic pig. and the big light, because we’re gonna make a home movie

fick mich, du miserabler hurensohn
du miserabler hurensohn
fick mich, du miserabler hurensohn
streck ihn aus
streck aus deinen heißen gelockten
streck ihn aus
streck aus deinen heißen gelockten
streck ihn aus
streck aus deinen heißen gelockten schwanz
ah-ee-ahee-ahhhhh!
([…] guys)
fick mich, du miserabler hurensohn
du miserabler hurensohn
fick mich, du miserabler hurensohn
streck ihn aus
streck aus deinen heißen gelockten
streck ihn aus
streck aus deinen heißen gelockten
streck ihn aus
streck aus deinen heißen gelockten schwanz
ah-ee-ahee-ahhhhh!

mach es sehr schnell
rein und raus
mach es sehr schnell
rein und raus
mach es sehr schnell
rein und raus
magisches schwein
mach es sehr schnell
rein und raus
magisches schwein
bis es spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt
feuer!
bis es spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt
feuer!
bis es spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt
feuer!
bis es spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt, spritzt
feuer!
aber beklecker nicht das sofa, sofa!
aber beklecker nicht das sofa, sofa!
(oh-wo-wo-wo-ow)
aber beklecker nicht das sofa, sofa!
(aber beklecker nicht das sofa)
aber beklecker nicht das sofa, sofa!

armed forces radio, radio free europe

f-ck me, you ugly son of a b-tch
you ugly son of a b-tch
f-ck me, you ugly son of a b-tch
stick it out
stick out yer hot curly weenie
stick it out
stick out yer hot curly weenie
stick it out
stick out yer hot curly weenie
weenie . . . weenie, weenie, weenie!
make it go fast
in and out
make it go real fast
in and out
make it go real fast
in and out
magical pig
make it go real fast
in and out
magical pig
till it squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts
fire
till it squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts
fire
till it squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts
fire
(three dog night)
till it squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts
fire
but don’t get no j-zz upon that sofa, sofa
don’t get no j-zz upon that sofa, sofa
(don’t get no j-zz upon that sofa)
don’t get no j-zz upon that sofa, sofa
(don’t get no j-zz upon that sofa)
don’t get no j-zz upon that sofa, sofa
please me!

i’m not a groupie!
i’m not a groupie!
i’m not a groupie!
i’m not a groupie!
i’m not a groupie!

i hear and obey, short girl

fz: sheets of fire, ladies and gentlemen

laken von feuer

fz: sheets of real fire

laken von feuer

fz: sheets of fried water, which is a new form of fondue

laken von gebratenen w-sser

fz: and the lord causeth the short girl to kneel and make mysterious gestures near the reproductive orifice of squat the magic pig, and proceeded to broadcast her pure sweet voice throughout his greatest new pa system all over the alps and everything (yodel)

fick mich, schwein
bis meine orchester dunkles gas bläst
funken schießem heraus
sich nebel l-ssen hort

fz: and for our boys in uniform that means, “f-ck me, swine, until my orchestra blows dark gas, sparks shoot out, and nebulas are revealed.” along with sheets of fire

laken von feuer

fz: sheets of fried water

laken von gebratenen w-sser

fz: sheets of drywall and roofing

laken von drywall und roofing

fz: sheets of large deep-fried rumba

laken von riesigen, tief-gefrorenen rumba

fz: a light shines down from heaven. a dense ec-menical bandana at the right hand of god’s big rumba . . . and his voice pr-nounceth out in sheets of plywood and bales of old sportshirts

(vot dooz he say?)

fz: and he says in the middle of his delirious stupor

beklecker nicht
beklecker nicht
beklecker nicht
beklecker nicht
mein sofa!

fz: obviously meaning, “don’t get no j-zz on the sofa.” it is now time for the bales of imported unmiti-con, unmitigated zircon fondue

ballen von zirkon (fondu)
und alten sporthemden, sporthemden, sporthemden (fondu)
laken von feuer (fondu)
laken von gummi (fondu)
laken von tränen (fondu)
laken von kataloge mit klistierspritze, spritze, spritze, spritze, spritze, spritze (fondu, fondu, fondu, fondu)

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