Titties & Beer

Album: Zappa in New York (1977)
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  • It was the blackest night!
    There was no moon in sight!
    (you know the stars ain't shinin'
    'cause the sky's too tight)
    I heard the scary wind!
    I seen some ugly trees!
    There was a werewolf honkin',
    'long the side of me!

    I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
    Got a big-titty girly by the name of 'chrissy'
    Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me...
    'n this ride up the mountain of mystery, (mystery)

    (how 're you doin'?)

    I noticed even the crickets
    Acted weird up here
    And so i figured i might
    Just drink a little beer
    I said, "gimme summa that what yer suckin' on..."
    But there was no reply
    'cause she was gone!

    "where's those titties i like so well,
    'n' my goddam beer!"
    Is what i started to yell, then i heard this noise
    Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the devil!
    (he's about this big!)

    He had a red suit on
    An' a widow's peak
    An' then a pointed tail
    'n like a sulphur reek,
    Yes, it was him awright,
    I swear i knowed it was!
    He had some human flesh
    Stuck underneath his claws
    You know, it looked to me
    Like it was titty skin!
    I said, "you son-of-a-bitch!"
    ('cause i was mad at him!)
    He just got out his floss
    'n started cleanin' his fang
    So i shot him with my shooter,
    Said: bang! bang! bang!

    Then the sucker just laughed 'n said: "put it away!
    You know, i ate her all up...now what you
    Gonna say?"
    You ate my chrissy?
    "yeah! titties 'n all!"
    Well what about the beer then?
    "now, were the cans this tall?"
    Even her boots?
    "would i lie to you?"
    Shit, you musta been hungry!
    "yeah, this is true."
    Don't they pay you good for the
    Stuff that you do?
    "well, you know, i can't complain when the checks come through..."
    Well i want my chrissy,
    Oh yeah?
    'n i want my beer
    Hah!
    So you just barf it back up!
    Now, devil, do you hear?
    Look:
    "blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!
    I mean, i am the devil, do you understand?
    Just what will you give me for your
    Titties and beer?
    I suppose you noticed this little
    Contract here..."
    Yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore!
    Don't call me that!
    That's about the only reason
    I learned writin' for!
    Gimme that paper! bet yer horns i'll sign!
    Because i need a beer, 'n it's titty-
    Squeezin' time!
    "man, you can't fool me! you ain't that bad!
    Oh yeah?
    Why you shoulda seen some of the souls that i've had!
    There was milhous nixon 'n agnew too!
    'n both of those suckers was worse 'n you!"
    Let's make a deal if you think
    That's true
    I mean, you're supposed to be the devil so...whatcha
    Gonna do?
    Heh?

    Now hold on just a second...
    You wanna make a deal with me hah?
    Yeah!
    Well ah, i don't know man, you know...
    I just don't know about this...
    What?
    See, cause i...
    Listen, you're...are you losing your nerve?
    No man, it ain't got nothin' to do with nerve...
    You're supposed to be the devil!
    It's got to do...
    You're supposed to be bad!
    It's got to do with style, fool!
    I don't know if you've the right style to get into hell,
    You know...
    Well, actually, to tell you...tell you the honest to god
    Truth,
    I'm very short on style as a matter of fact...
    Yeah, i know...that's...that's what makes me wonder
    But i have...i, i think i have something that
    You may be interested in...
    What is that?
    You can have my soul
    It's a mean little sucker
    'bout a thousand years old
    But once you gets it
    You can't give it back
    You gotta keep it forever
    An' that's a natural fact!
    Ooh wee!
    Do you read me devil?
    Oh yeah!
    What? am i supposed to be scared, man?
    Oh yeah, reety, aw-righty!
    Oh yeah, that's real tough!
    I bet you're real bad!
    Listen fool, you've got to prove to me that you're rough
    Enough to get into hell
    That you've got the style enough to get into hell
    So start talkin'...
    Alright, lemme tell ya somethin'
    Alright!
    I'll prove to you that i'm bad enough to go to hell
    Yeah!
    Because i have been through it!
    Yeah!
    I have seen it!
    Yeah!
    It has happened to me!
    Yeah!
    Remember, i was signed with warner brothers
    For eight fuckin' years!!!
    Tell me about it!
    Now you're talkin' about something!
    Now how bad is that?
    That sounds good to me, motherfucker!
    So move right along
    Tell me what your interests are, you know...
    If we're gonna come to some kind of agreement,
    I've got to know what you're all about, you know...
    'cause i don't know if you're the right type for the...
    For the place, you know
    Look...lemme tell you what my problem really is, you see
    Ok...
    My problem is that i don't belong anywhere
    Aha...
    You see... i don't even belong where you are, you see
    I hope not!
    I, i'm a simple person, you know
    I have very small desires in life
    Titties 'n beer, you know
    No! what?
    Titties 'n beer!
    No! no man, you're joking...
    Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
    What? no! no please... no! not that! oh no man, no!
    Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
    No! no! no! no! no! not titties 'n beer!
    Oh i can't stand titties 'n beer!...
    Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
    (i'm in you! i'm in you!)
    Oh no! no! no! wait...
    Ah! look at this! what am i gonna do with this thing?
    ...wait, wait, please no!
    Hey! look at this!

    "no! don't sign it! give me time to think!
    ...hold on a second, boy, 'cause...that's
    Magic ink!"

    Then the devil barfed
    'n out jumped my girl
    They heard the titties plop-ploppin'
    All around the world, she said:

    "i got three beers 'n a fist fulla downs,
    An' i'm gonna get ripped, so fuck
    You clowns!"

    Then she gave us the finger!
    (it was rigid 'n stiff)
    That's when the devil, she farted
    An' she went right over the cliff!
    The devil was mad!
    (i took off to my pad)
    I swear i do declare!
    How did she get back there?
    I swear i do declare!
    How did she get back there?
    I swear i do declare!
    How did she get back there?
    I swear i do declare!
    How did she get back there?

    Alright! Writer/s: Frank Zappa
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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