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man you wasted!"

Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off
the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke
face red? Man you wasted!"
Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed
the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke
block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has
the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke
the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke
rollin' up indo outta toilet tissue
Ain't this a bitch, some niggas are scared to hit it
Fool I'm with it
So phone check, nigga get the fuck off the line
Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak)
Bunk gardner (woodwinds)
Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals)
Don preston
Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak)
Bunk gardner (woodwinds)
Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals)
Don preston
Oh, the age of the inmates
I remember quite freely:
No younger than twelve,
No older 'n seventeen.
Thrown in like bandits
And cast off like
the little crusty bits
Off rims of apple pies,
She pokes the roast-potato-dish
When Sunday dinner's done,
And if there are two left in it
Griselda
[Keith's rhyme]
Baby, can you feel my love?
I got my shorts on-
And I'm taking them off
Now when I saw your face I'm a believer
Hey what you got
your satchel
And mosey on down"

I got me a bunk
In the old Roney Plaza
With breakfast and dinner
Included of course

I caught forty winks
On my
I can't eat, I can't sleep, been lying on the bunk all week.
Yes, this charge, I can't beat is keeping me off the street.
Sent me down one more
up your satchel
And mosey on down"

I got me a bunk
In the old Roney Plaza
With breakfast and dinner
Included of course

I caught forty winks
doors
Out through the window with half of that store
Everybody stopped and roared here comes Bigtime
Lemme grab me a bottle when I bit off a tap cause I'm
The man above was a murderer the man below was a thief
And I lay there in the bunk between ailing beyond belief
A weary armful of skin and bone
must admit
SHOVE THE ROTTEN REGEMENT WE'RE OFF ON A MOONLIGHT FLIT

HO TALLY HO! THE BATTLE CRY OH! WE'RE OFF DOWN THE PUB
HO TALLY HO! A PINT & DECENT
Straight all cranked up
You've got the tank full, and the night off
You got no where you've got to be,
Hey you're sure looking good cowboy, 
Now all you
I didn't ask for this
You give me heart attack
I didn't want to care
And then I saw you there
Been working like a dog
I turned all my dreams off
I
I started off my sentence in a nine foot cell,
I was feeling pretty cheated, I was feeling unwell,
The bunk below guy said there's one thing see,
[Keith's rhyme]
Baby, can you feel my love?
I got my shorts on-
And I'm taking them off
Now when I saw your face I'm a believer
Hey what you got
Good day, I like you when you're drunk
I only wish I was there, not trapped upon this bunk
Hurry, and to God-knows where
In a land far, far away;
fi catcher
Her in mi bunk 
Mek she whine, baby, whine same time mi a pump
No worry, gal. mi ago help yuh over the hump
The ole sugar cane, gal, weh