Old Fart At Play – Captain Beefheart – letras

Pappy with the Khaki sweatbandBowed goat potbellied barnyardThe old fart was smartThe old fart was smartThe old gold cloth madonnaDancin’ t’ the fiddle ‘n sawHe ran down behind the knoll’n slipped on his wooden fishheadThe mouth worked ‘n snapped all the beesBack t’ the bungalowMomma was flatten’n lardWith her red enamel rollin’ penWhen the fishhead broke the windowRubber eye erect ‘n precisely detailedAirholes from which breath should comeIs now closely fitWith the chatter of the old fart insideAn assortment of observations took placeMommas licked ‘er lips like uh catPecked the ground like uh roosterPivoted like uh duckHer stockings down caught dust ‘n doughballsShe cracked er mouth glaze caught one eyelashRubbed ‘er hands on ‘er gorgeous ginghamHer hand grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork-Open t’ the room uh smell cold mixed with bolognaRubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnetsFat goose legs ‘n special jelliesIgnited by the warmth of the roomThe old fart smelled this thru his important breather holesCleverly he dialed from within from the outside we observedThat the nose of the wooden maskWhere the holes had just been uh moment agoWas now smooth amazingly blended camouflaged inWith the very intricate rainbow trout replicaThe old fart inside was now breathin’ freely from his perfumebottle atomizer air bulb invention His excited eyes from withinthe dark interior glazed Watered in appreciation of histhoughtful preparation