Testo della canzone Packard Goose di FRANK ZAPPA
JOE: (clutching the hood ornament of an ancient car)
Maybe you thought
I was the Packard Goose
Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them people, I don’t need no excuse
For being what I am
Do you hear me, then?
All them rock n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze
Selling punk like some new kind ol English disease
Is that the wave of the future? Aw, spare me please!
Oh no, you gotta go
Who do you write for?
I wan u a know
I believe you is the governments whore
And keeping peoples dumb is where you’re
And keeping peoples dumb is where you’re coming from
Fuck all them writers with the pen in their hand
I will be more specific so they might understand
They can all kiss my ass
But because its so grand
They best just stay away
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Joe, who did you blow?
pushed the button boy
And you went to the show
Better suck a little harder or the shekels won’t flow
And I don t mean your thumb
So on your knees you bum
Just tell yourself it’s yum
And suck it till you’re numb
Journalisms kinda scary
And of it we should be wary
Wonder what became of Mary?
And no sooner has he wondered, a vision of Mary appears to him,
delivering a little lecture
VOICE OF MARY’S VISION:
Hi! It’s me… the girl from the bus…
Remember? The last tour? Well…
Information is not knowledge
Knowledge is not wisdom
Wisdom is not truth
Truth is not beauty
Beauty is not love
Love is not music
Music is THE BEST…
Wisdom is the domain of the Wis
(which is extinct).
Beauty is a French phonetic corr