Sayin I'm no good for you
They call me dirty from the alley
Til I don't know what to do
I get so tired of sneakin around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage
And your mama jumps out screamin'
Dont come back no more!
I cant take it
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
Later I tried to call you
Later I tried to call you
Your mama told me you werent there
She told me don't bother to call again
Unless I cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin' around
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage
And your mama jumped out screamin'
Dont come back no more!
I cant take it
I cant take it
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad (repeat last three verses)
I get real mean when it makes me mad (repeat last three verses)
Hey Serhat! I like it when you choose unusual stuff to tell us about... It is the first time I have ever heard about Frank Zappa. He seems to have a weird style. Thanks for telling us about him.
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