Out of Context Frank Zappa Lyrics

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

sit n' spin until you rot on the cosmic utensil

hey, it's the 20th century, whatever you can do to have a good time, let's get on with it so long as it doesn't cause a murder

some of you might think this is weird, no wonder, it's not exactly normal but what the fuck

the stuff in the bottom was like punching an eclair

ever try oral sex with a miniature rubberized homo-replica?

looked to me as though she had been blendered

the blobulent suit

maybe you could use a protein surprise

who wants to ride on an ironin' board? that ain't no fun, i tried me one

transcontinental hobby horse

THE STORY OF A DEMENTED BREAD-BOFFER

maybe there's a bundle of rags that i could use

she had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick

wash up your pie