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Frank Zappa - Текст песни Camarillo Brillo
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
 Ralph humphrey (drums)
 Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals)
 Tom fowler (bass)
 Bruce fowler (trombone)
 George duke (keyboards, synthesizer)
 Ruth underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion)
 Ian underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone)
 Jean-luc ponty (violin, baritone violin)
 She had that
 Camarillo brillo
 Flamin out along her head,
 I mean her mendocino bean-o
 By where some bugs had made it red
 She ruled the toads
 Of the short forest
 And every newt in idaho
 And every cricket who had chorused
 By the bush in buffalo
 She said she was
 A magic mama
 And she could throw a mean tarot
 And carried on without a comma
 That she was someone I should know
 She had a snake for a pet
 And an amulet
 And she was breeding a dwarf
 But she wasn't done yet
 She had gray-green skin
 A doll with a pin
 I told her she was awright
 But I couldnt come in
 (I couldnt come in right then...)
 And so she wandered
 Trough the door-way
 Just like a shadow from the tomb
 She said her stereo was four-way
 An I'd just love it in her room
 Frank Zappa - Camarillo Brillo - http://ru.motolyrics.com/frank-zappa/camarillo-brillo-lyrics.html
 Well, I was born
 To have adventure
 So I just followed up the steps
 Right past her fuming incense stencher
 To where she hung her castanets
 She stripped away
 Her ranchid poncho
 An laid out naked by the door
 We did it till we were un-concho
 An it was useless any more
 She had a snake for a pet
 And an amulet
 And she was breeding a dwarf
 But she wasn't done yet
 She had gray-green skin
 A doll with a pin
 I told her she was awright
 But I couldnt come in
 (actually, I was very busy then)
 And so she wandered
 Trough the door-way
 Just like a shadow from the tomb
 She said her stereo was four-way
 An I'd just love it in her room
 Well, I was born
 To have adventure
 So I just followed up the steps
 Right past her fuming incense stencher
 To where she hung her castanets
 She said she was
 A magic mama
 And she could throw a mean tarot
 And carried on without a comma
 That she was someone I should know
 (is that a real poncho...i mean
 Is that a mexican poncho
 Or is that a sears poncho? 
 Hmmm...no foolin ...)












