Lonesome Cowboy Burt lyrics

Song information

Artist: Frank Zappa
Album: 200 Motels

Lyrics

Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)

Jimmy carl black:
My name is burtram, I am a redneck
All my friends, they call me burt

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Hi, burt!

Jimmy carl black:
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
Wann 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'll 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 ..

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He's lonesome cowboy burt
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt

Jimmy carl black:
Come on in this place
An' I'll buy you a taste
You can sit on my face
Where's my waitress?

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Burtram, burtram redneck
Burtram, burtram redneck

Jimmy carl black:
I'm an awful nice guy
Sweat all day in the sun
I'm a roofer by trade
Quite a bundle I've made
I'm unionized roofin' old
Son-of-a-gun

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He's a unionized roofin' old
Son-of-a-gun

Jimmy carl black:
When I get off, I get plastered
I drink till I fall on the floor
Find me some communist bastard
N' stomp on his face till he don't
Move no more

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He stomps on his face till he don't
Move no more

Jimmy carl black:
I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on drinkin'
Till my eyes puff up an' turn red
I drool on m'shirt
I see if he's hurt
Then I kick him again in the head, let's

Everybody:
Kick him again in the head! boys!
Kick him again in the head! now!
Kick him again in the head!

Jimmy carl black:
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 ..

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
He's lonesome cowboy burt
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt

Jimmy carl black:
Come on in this place
An' I'll buy you a taste
You can sit on my face
Where's my waitress?
Opal, you hot little bitch!