Dickie’s Such an Asshole Songtext
von Frank Zappa & The Mothers
Dickie’s Such an Asshole Songtext
One ′n one is eleven
Two 'n two is twenty-two
Won′t somebody kindly tell me
What the government's tryin' to do
Dickie′s just to tricky
For a chump like me to use
You take that sub-committee seriously, boy, I′m serious
You just might get a seizure from the evenin' news
Millions ′n millions of dollars
Much as he might need (good one)
He could open up a chain of motels, people
On the highway, yes indeed
Quadrafonic desperation
Just might be some confinement loaf all up under your bed
You know if you just might pinch a little loaf in your slumber
The F.B.I. is gonna get your number
Gonna get ya
Gonna get ya
Gonna drop by the sub-committee and get ya
(The F.B.I.) gonna get your number
(The F.B.I.) gonna get your number
(The F.B.I.) gonna get your number
(The F.B.I.) gonna get your number
(The F.B.I.) they already got your picture
(The F.B.I.) have your fingerprints too
(The F.B.I.) got a thing for Junior
(The F.B.I.) whippin' up a little sit just for you
Gonna get your number
Gonna get your number
Tryin′ not to worry
Tryin' not to care
But you know I get so excited
When that soup goes over there
Can′t have no private conversation
Nowhere in the U.S.A.
Can't wait 'til the rest of the people all over the the world
Find out that their confinement love
Is just the same ol′ way
Every day
Can they tell you ′bout this right now
Can they tell you 'bout this right here
If you make this for ′em, make it clear
I'ma tell you ′bout this right here
You know you put me in office
So you must have wanted me in office
I did you no harm
I used to have 25 tapes
Now I've only got ten
And remember what happened to the rest
Fuck and gave ′em to a friend
Get a couple of Bebe Reboozee, uh
Gave a couple of that mood
Gave my trouble to Ranold Reagan
In the government through the new vice president
He said he'd stick with me through thick and thin
Even if I invented Nicole Rugwell
You know I'm not a crook
You know I′m not a crook
I just want to lie about one more thing right now
Oh-ooh, say, yeah-yeah
The gangster stepped right up
′N kissed him on the lips good-bye
Made him a cocksucker by proxy, yes, he did
And he didn't even bat an eye
The man in the White House, ooh
He′s got a conscience black as sin!
There's just one thing I wanna know
How′d that asshole ever manage to get in?
They're all the same so sing right along now
Dickie′s such an asshole
Two 'n two is twenty-two
Won′t somebody kindly tell me
What the government's tryin' to do
Dickie′s just to tricky
For a chump like me to use
You take that sub-committee seriously, boy, I′m serious
You just might get a seizure from the evenin' news
Millions ′n millions of dollars
Much as he might need (good one)
He could open up a chain of motels, people
On the highway, yes indeed
Quadrafonic desperation
Just might be some confinement loaf all up under your bed
You know if you just might pinch a little loaf in your slumber
The F.B.I. is gonna get your number
Gonna get ya
Gonna get ya
Gonna drop by the sub-committee and get ya
(The F.B.I.) gonna get your number
(The F.B.I.) gonna get your number
(The F.B.I.) gonna get your number
(The F.B.I.) gonna get your number
(The F.B.I.) they already got your picture
(The F.B.I.) have your fingerprints too
(The F.B.I.) got a thing for Junior
(The F.B.I.) whippin' up a little sit just for you
Gonna get your number
Gonna get your number
Tryin′ not to worry
Tryin' not to care
But you know I get so excited
When that soup goes over there
Can′t have no private conversation
Nowhere in the U.S.A.
Can't wait 'til the rest of the people all over the the world
Find out that their confinement love
Is just the same ol′ way
Every day
Can they tell you ′bout this right now
Can they tell you 'bout this right here
If you make this for ′em, make it clear
I'ma tell you ′bout this right here
You know you put me in office
So you must have wanted me in office
I did you no harm
I used to have 25 tapes
Now I've only got ten
And remember what happened to the rest
Fuck and gave ′em to a friend
Get a couple of Bebe Reboozee, uh
Gave a couple of that mood
Gave my trouble to Ranold Reagan
In the government through the new vice president
He said he'd stick with me through thick and thin
Even if I invented Nicole Rugwell
You know I'm not a crook
You know I′m not a crook
I just want to lie about one more thing right now
Oh-ooh, say, yeah-yeah
The gangster stepped right up
′N kissed him on the lips good-bye
Made him a cocksucker by proxy, yes, he did
And he didn't even bat an eye
The man in the White House, ooh
He′s got a conscience black as sin!
There's just one thing I wanna know
How′d that asshole ever manage to get in?
They're all the same so sing right along now
Dickie′s such an asshole
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