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Artist/Band: Frank Zappa
Lyrics for Song: Lonesome Cowboy Burt
Lyrics for Album: 200 Motels [1971]



My name is Burtram

I am a redneck

All my friends,

They call me 'Burt'

(Hi, Burt!)

All my family,

From down in Texas

Make their livin'

Diggin' dirt



Come out here to Californy,

Just to find me

Some pretty girls

Ones I seen

Gets me so horny;

Ruby lips,

'N teeth like pearls!



Wanna love 'em all!

Wanna love 'em dearly!

Wanna pretty girl-

I'll even pay!

I'll buy 'em furs!

I'll buy 'em jewelry!

I know they like me;

Here's what I say:



I'm lonesome Cowboy Burt!

(Speakin' atcha!)

Come smell my fringe-y shirt!

(Reekin' atcha!)

My cowboy pants,

My cowboy dance,

My bold advance,

On this here waitress . . .

Yodel-oh-oo-pee-hey

Yodel-oh-oo-pee!



(He's lonesome Cowboy Burt

Don'tcha get his feelings hurt)

Come on in this place,

'N I'll buy you a taste,

You can sit on my face-

Where's my waitress?



Burtram, Burtram redneck

Burtram, Burtram redneck



I'm an awful nice guy!

Sweat all day in the sun!

Roofer by trade,

Quite a bundle I've made,

I'm unionized roofin' old

Son-of-a-gun!

(He's a unionized roofin' old

Son-of-a-gun!)



When I get off, I get plastered

Drink till I fall onna floor,

Find me some Communist bastard,

'N stomp on his face till he don't

Move no more!

(He stomps on his face till he don't

Move no more!)



I fuss, an' I cuss an' I keep on drinkin',

Till my eyes puff up an' turn red!

I drool on m'shirt,

I see if he's hurt,

Kick him again in the head, yes!

Kick him again in the head, boys!

Kick him again in the head, now!

KICK HIM AGAIN IN THE HEAD!



Lonesome Cowboy Burt!

(Speakin' atcha!)

Come smell my fringe-y shirt!

(Reekin' atcha!)

My cowboy pants,

My cowboy dance,

My bold advance,

On this here waitress . . .

Yodel-oh-oo-pee-yeh

Yodel-oh-oo-pee!



(HE'S LONESOME COWBOY BURT,

A-don'tcha get his feelin's hurt)

Yeah . . . but come on in this place,

An' I'll buy you a taste,

'N you can sit on my face-

Where's my waitress?

OPAL, YOU HOT LITTLE BITCH!


Album Lyrics: 200 Motels [1971]


Frank Zappa
"200 Motels [1971]"


1. Semi-fraudulent / Direct-from-hollywood Overture
2. Mystery Roach
3. Dance Of The Rock & Roll Interviewers
4. This Town Is A Sealed Tuna Sandwich (Prologue)
5. Tuna Fish Promenade
6. Dance Of The Just Plain Folks
7. This Town Is A Sealed Tuna Sandwich (Reprise)
8. The Sealed Tuna Bolero
9. Lonesome Cowboy Burt
10. Touring Can Make You Crazy
11. Would you like a snack?
12. Redneck Eats
13. Centerville
14. She painted up her face
15. Jane's big dance number
16. Half A Dozen Provocative Squats
17. Mysterioso
18. Shove It Right In
19. Lucy's Seduction Of A Bored Violinist & Postlude
20. I'm stealing the towels!
21. Dental Hygiene Dilemma
22. Does This Kind Of Life Look Interesting To You?
23. Daddy, daddy, daddy
24. What will this evening bring me this morning?
25. A Nun Suit Painted On Some Old Boxes
26. Motorhead's Midnight Ranch
27. Dew On The Newts We Got
28. The lad searches the night for his newts
29. The Girl Wants To Fix Him Some Broth
30. A girl's dream
31. Little Green Scratchy Sweaters & Courduroy Ponce
32. The Finale
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