Frank Zappa - Conehead lyrics

Conehead...she ain't really dumb

She's just a

Conehead...'tater chip crumbs

All over her face

Is there any more beer

Stashed away at her place? She's just a

Conhead...she can't help herself

*"She's a Conehead girl..."*

Pitch her a ring

That is the thing

That's getting her hot-uh

A hoop or a ring

Goin' over the top of her Conehead

*"She is from a small town in France

'N she's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind

of guy"*

That's what she gives me is-uh Oooh!

Conehead

When she's on her knees

The point is so high

I keep sayin' please

Keep it out of my eye, she's a

Conehead

*(She's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of

guy, kind of a girl-thing...)*

Saturday Night

You're home alone

The TV lights up

As her dad comes home

He's been workin' all day

At the drivin' school

In a stupid-lookin' hat

That he uses to fool

The people of Earth

Who might get back

If they knew he was really

>From *Remulak*, where the

Conehead...people are from, where

the

Conehead...people go to, when the

Conehead...people are done with their

Conehead...things that are fun

Connie the cone

Is dressed real neat

Like a teen-age girl

>From down the street

But Mom 'n Dad

They don't approve

Carbohydrates

Is all they groove

Connie's eye

Has a tiny tear

But they rinse it away

With a case of beer

A bag of chips

'N fiberglass

Her diet's a riot

I can't keep quiet

I'd love to try it

But I think I'll pass

To eat that kind of stuff they pack

You'd hafta be from *Remulak*, where the

Conehead...people are from, where

the

Conehead...people go to, when the

Conehead...people are done with the

Conehead...things that are fun, where

the

Conehead...people are from, where

the

Conehead...people go to, when the

Conehead...people are done, with the

Conehead...things that are fun