Frank Zappa:Packard Goose

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“Packard Goose”
Artist: Frank Zappa
Albums: Joe's Garage Acts II & III (1979)
Joe's Garage Acts I, II & III (1987)

Maybe you thought I was the Packard Goose
(da da-da da-da)
Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse
For being what I am
Do you hear me, then?

All them rock 'n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze
(da da-da da-da)
Selling punk like some new kind of English disease
Is that the wave of the future?
Aw, spare me please

(Well well)
Oh no, you gotta go
Who do you write for?
I wanna know
I believe you is the government's whore
And keeping peoples dumb
(I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from
And keeping peoples dumb
(I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from

Fuck all them writers with the pen in their hand
(da da-da da-da)
I will be more specific so they might understand
They can all kiss my ass
But because it's so grand
They best just stay away
A-hey, hey, hey

Hey, Joe, who did you blow?
Moe pushed the button boy
And you went to the show
Better suck a little harder or the shekels won't flow
And I don't mean your thumb
(Don't mean your thumb)
So on your knees you bum
Just tell yourself it's yum
(Yourself it's yum)
And suck it till you're numb

Journalism's kinda scary
And of it we should be wary
Wonder what became of Mary?

It's me
The girl from the bus
The last tour?
Information is not knowledge
Knowledge is not wisdom
Wisdom is not truth
Truth is not beauty
Beauty is not love
Love is not music
Music is the best

Wisdom is the domain of the Wiz
Which is extinct
Beauty is a French phonetic corruption
Of a short cloth neck ornament
Currently in resurgence

If you're in the audience and like what we do
(da da-da da-da)
Well, we want you to know that we like you all too
But as for the sucker who will write the review
If his mind is prehensile
(Mind is prehensile)
He'll put down his pencil
(Put down his pencil)
And have himself a squat
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
Oh, give it all you got
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
Sit 'n spin until you rot
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
He really needs to squat
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
(Cosmic Utensil)

Now that I got that over with
I'll just play my imaginary guitar again

Hey ... hah ... soundin' pretty good there, me!
Ah ... get down ... UH!
Boy, what an imagination!
Love myself better than I love myself
I think
What tone!
Sounds like an Elegant Gypsy!
What is that? Musk?
It's hip!