| Song | Camarillo Brillo |
| Artist | Frank Zappa |
| Album | FZ: OZ |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Zappa | |
| She had that | |
| Camarillo brillo | |
| Flamin' out along her head, | |
| I mean her | |
| Mendocino bean-o | |
| By where some bugs had made it red | |
| She ruled the | |
| Toads of the | |
| Short Forest | |
| And every newt in | |
| IdahoAnd every cricket who had chorused | |
| By the bush in | |
| BuffaloShe said she was | |
| A Magic Mama | |
| And she could throw a mean | |
| TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
| That she was someone | |
| I should know | |
| She had a snake for a pet | |
| And an amulet | |
| And she was breeding a dwarf | |
| But she wasn't done yet | |
| She had gray-green skin | |
| A doll with a pin | |
| I told her she was awright | |
| But I couldn't come in(I couldn't come in right then . . . ) | |
| And so she wandered | |
| Trough the door-way | |
| Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
| She said her stereo was four-way | |
| An' I'd just love it in her room | |
| Well, I was born | |
| To have adventure | |
| So I just followed up the steps | |
| Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
| To where she hung her castanets | |
| She stripped away | |
| Her rancid poncho | |
| An' laid out naked by the door | |
| We did it till we were un-concho | |
| An' it was useless any more | |
| She had a snake for a pet | |
| And an amulet | |
| And she was breeding a dwarf | |
| But she wasn't done yet | |
| She had gray-green skin | |
| A doll with a pin | |
| I told her she was awright | |
| But I couldn't come in(actually, I was very busy then) | |
| And so she wandered | |
| Through the door-way | |
| Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
| She said her stereo was four-way | |
| An' I'd just love it in her room | |
| Well, I was born | |
| To have adventure | |
| So I just followed up the steps | |
| Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
| To where she hung her castanets | |
| She said she was | |
| A Magic Mama | |
| And she could throw a mean | |
| TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
| That she was someone | |
| I should know(Is that a real poncho . . . I meanIs that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . ) |
| zuo ci : Zappa | |
| She had that | |
| Camarillo brillo | |
| Flamin' out along her head, | |
| I mean her | |
| Mendocino beano | |
| By where some bugs had made it red | |
| She ruled the | |
| Toads of the | |
| Short Forest | |
| And every newt in | |
| IdahoAnd every cricket who had chorused | |
| By the bush in | |
| BuffaloShe said she was | |
| A Magic Mama | |
| And she could throw a mean | |
| TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
| That she was someone | |
| I should know | |
| She had a snake for a pet | |
| And an amulet | |
| And she was breeding a dwarf | |
| But she wasn' t done yet | |
| She had graygreen skin | |
| A doll with a pin | |
| I told her she was awright | |
| But I couldn' t come in I couldn' t come in right then . . . | |
| And so she wandered | |
| Trough the doorway | |
| Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
| She said her stereo was fourway | |
| An' I' d just love it in her room | |
| Well, I was born | |
| To have adventure | |
| So I just followed up the steps | |
| Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
| To where she hung her castanets | |
| She stripped away | |
| Her rancid poncho | |
| An' laid out naked by the door | |
| We did it till we were unconcho | |
| An' it was useless any more | |
| She had a snake for a pet | |
| And an amulet | |
| And she was breeding a dwarf | |
| But she wasn' t done yet | |
| She had graygreen skin | |
| A doll with a pin | |
| I told her she was awright | |
| But I couldn' t come in actually, I was very busy then | |
| And so she wandered | |
| Through the doorway | |
| Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
| She said her stereo was fourway | |
| An' I' d just love it in her room | |
| Well, I was born | |
| To have adventure | |
| So I just followed up the steps | |
| Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
| To where she hung her castanets | |
| She said she was | |
| A Magic Mama | |
| And she could throw a mean | |
| TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
| That she was someone | |
| I should know Is that a real poncho . . . I meanIs that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . |
| zuò cí : Zappa | |
| She had that | |
| Camarillo brillo | |
| Flamin' out along her head, | |
| I mean her | |
| Mendocino beano | |
| By where some bugs had made it red | |
| She ruled the | |
| Toads of the | |
| Short Forest | |
| And every newt in | |
| IdahoAnd every cricket who had chorused | |
| By the bush in | |
| BuffaloShe said she was | |
| A Magic Mama | |
| And she could throw a mean | |
| TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
| That she was someone | |
| I should know | |
| She had a snake for a pet | |
| And an amulet | |
| And she was breeding a dwarf | |
| But she wasn' t done yet | |
| She had graygreen skin | |
| A doll with a pin | |
| I told her she was awright | |
| But I couldn' t come in I couldn' t come in right then . . . | |
| And so she wandered | |
| Trough the doorway | |
| Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
| She said her stereo was fourway | |
| An' I' d just love it in her room | |
| Well, I was born | |
| To have adventure | |
| So I just followed up the steps | |
| Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
| To where she hung her castanets | |
| She stripped away | |
| Her rancid poncho | |
| An' laid out naked by the door | |
| We did it till we were unconcho | |
| An' it was useless any more | |
| She had a snake for a pet | |
| And an amulet | |
| And she was breeding a dwarf | |
| But she wasn' t done yet | |
| She had graygreen skin | |
| A doll with a pin | |
| I told her she was awright | |
| But I couldn' t come in actually, I was very busy then | |
| And so she wandered | |
| Through the doorway | |
| Just like a shadow from the tomb | |
| She said her stereo was fourway | |
| An' I' d just love it in her room | |
| Well, I was born | |
| To have adventure | |
| So I just followed up the steps | |
| Right past her fuming incense stencher | |
| To where she hung her castanets | |
| She said she was | |
| A Magic Mama | |
| And she could throw a mean | |
| TarotAnd carried on without a comma | |
| That she was someone | |
| I should know Is that a real poncho . . . I meanIs that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . |