Frank Zappa - Willie The Pimp (in album You Can't Do That On Sta lyrics

Thar she blows, Jacques Cousteau

Hear her sing so sweet and low

Lull me overboard, out-cold

Gathered in and and swallowed whole

Do I want to? With all that charm?

Do I want to? Twist my arm

You just hit me where I live

I guess it looked quite primitive

What was that supposed to prove?

Throw the calf or he'll throw you

Do I want to? With all that charm?

Do I want to? Twist my arm

Sucked in by the victim world

Thirsty as a cultured pearl

Culled and wooed, bitten, chewed

It won't hurt if you don't move

Do I want to? With all that charm?

Do I want to? Twist my arm

Musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs,

Shootin' off flares, springtime hares and

broken-down mares

Cowered phones, big soup stones, prideless loans,

Grill-sick crows, motel moans and a big fat Jones

Martyrs don't do much for me

Though I enjoy them vicariously

After you. No! After me

No, I insist! Please, after me.

Do I want to? With all that charm?

Do I want to? Twist my arm