The Booger Man - Zappa Frank

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)

Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals)

George Duke (keyboards)

Ruth Underwood (percussion)

Tom Fowler (bass)

Chester Thompson (drums)



White juice on his beard

Well the booger man

White juice on his beard

Get down

White juice on his beard

The booger man

White juice on his beard

In my room

White juice on his beard

Look at the booger

White juice on his beard

Then he was gone

White juice on his beard

Wait three hours

White juice on his beard

Didnt sing no song

White juice on his beard

I said: What youre doing

None of your bizz

Said what youre doing

He said: None of your bizz

His pants were sticking through his leg

Talk about the Booger man

His pants were sticking through his leg

Right over there

His pants were sticking through his leg

Oh the Booger man

His pants were sticking through his leg

Had a bear

His pants were sticking through his leg

The Booger man

Wonder why

They ate after six

Wonder why

I said: What youre doing

Wonder why

With you ole tricks

Wonder why

Oh Lord the Booger man

His pants were sticking through his leg

In my room

His pants were sticking through his leg

Damn little booger

White stuff on his beard

Till my noon

White stuff on his beard

What youre doing

White cream on his beard

In my bed

White cream on his beard

With that booger

His pants were sticking through his leg

Instead

His pants were sticking through his leg

Somebody find

Smell my beard is what he said

Somebody find, find, find

Smell my beard is what he said

Somebody find, find, find

Sho was good

Somebody made me do this



The Booger man get on down

The Booger man had a crown

On his head now

Cleaned his shoes

In his bed now, playin the blues, oh yeah. Ah, lord.



George:

Personally I aint got nothing against no boogers y'know every now and then you know . . .



FZ:

Yes, just listen to George all you boogers in the audience. This is Georges plea.



George:

But see, what you have to remember that uh, in the final analysis, a booger to one is not a booger to all, he he . . . Aint that right, aint that right?



FZ:

Thats right!



George:

Aint that right



George:

Please, get down Ruth . . .



Napoleon: As Chester would say:

A booger is in the eye of the beholder



George:

Sure is . . .

Frank Zappa (guitare solo, chant)

Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, chant)

George Duke (claviers)

Ruth Underwood (percussions)

Tom Fowler (basse)

Chester Thompson (batterie)



Jus blanc sur sa barbe

Eh bien l'homme booger

Jus blanc sur sa barbe

Descendez

Jus blanc sur sa barbe

L'homme booger

Jus blanc sur sa barbe

Dans ma chambre

Jus blanc sur sa barbe

Regardez le booger

Jus blanc sur sa barbe

Puis il était parti

Jus blanc sur sa barbe

Attendez trois heures

Jus blanc sur sa barbe

N'a pas chanté aucune chanson

Jus blanc sur sa barbe

J'ai dit: ce que tu fais

Aucun de vos bizz

Dit ce que tu fais

Il a dit: Aucun de vos bizz

Son pantalon collait à sa jambe

Parlez de l'homme Booger

Son pantalon collait à sa jambe

Juste là-bas

Son pantalon collait à sa jambe

Oh l'homme Booger

Son pantalon collait à sa jambe

Avait un ours

Son pantalon collait à sa jambe

L'homme Booger

Je me demande pourquoi

Ils ont mangé après six

Je me demande pourquoi

J'ai dit: ce que tu fais

Je me demande pourquoi

Avec vous ole trucs

Je me demande pourquoi

Oh Seigneur l'homme Booger

Son pantalon collait à sa jambe

Dans ma chambre

Son pantalon collait à sa jambe

Merde petit booger

Trucs blancs sur sa barbe

Jusqu'à mon midi

Trucs blancs sur sa barbe

Que faites-vous

Crème blanche sur sa barbe

Dans mon lit

Crème blanche sur sa barbe

Avec ce booger

Son pantalon collait à sa jambe

Au lieu de cela

Son pantalon collait à sa jambe

Quelqu'un trouve

Sentir ma barbe est ce qu'il a dit

Quelqu'un trouve, trouve, trouve

Sentir ma barbe est ce qu'il a dit

Quelqu'un trouve, trouve, trouve

Sho était bon

Quelqu'un m'a fait faire ça



L'homme Booger descend!

L'homme Booger avait une couronne

Sur sa tête maintenant

Nettoyé ses chaussures

Dans son lit maintenant, jouant au blues, oh ouais. Ah, seigneur.



George:

Personnellement, je n'ai rien contre aucun boogers tu sais de temps en temps tu sais. . .



FZ:

Oui, il suffit d'écouter George tous les boogers du public. Ceci est le plaidoyer de Georges.



George:

Mais voyez, ce que vous devez vous rappeler que euh, en dernière analyse, un booger à un n'est pas un booger à tous, il lui. . . N'est-ce pas vrai, n'est-ce pas vrai?



FZ:

C'est vrai!



George:

Pas vrai



George:

S'il vous plaît, descendez Ruth. . .



Napoléon: Comme dirait Chester:

Un booger est dans l'?il du spectateur



George:

Bien sûr. . .