Wonderful Wino Songtext
von Frank Zappa & The Mothers

Bringing in the sheaves
Bringing in the sheaves
We will come rejoicing
Bringing in the sheaves
Whoa!

L.A. in the summer of ′69
I went downtown and bought some wine
I wasted my head on three quarts of juice
And now the grapes won't cut me loose
′Cause I'm a wino man
Wino man
WINO MAN


36, 24, hips about 30
(36, 24, hips about 30)
Seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty
(Seen a fine lady and I started talkin′ dirty)
She looked at me and raised her thumb
(Thumb, yeah)
And said: "Jam down the road, you funky-ass bum"
(Jam it down, jam it down, funky-ass bum,
That′s no way to talk to a lady!)
'Cause you′re a wino man
Don't you know I am?
WINO MAN

I, I went to the country
And while I was gone
A roller-headed lady
Caught me weedling on her lawn
I am so ashamed, ′cause I'm a wino man
And I can′t help myself
HELP ME SOMEBODY!

I'm a wino man
Wino man
Oh lord!
WINO MAN

My guitar playing
And my wino career are in a slump
'Cause I find myself now living
In a cardboard refrigerator box down by the Houston dump
And, oh my God, I′m so fuckin′ ashamed of myself
(So ashamed of myself)
Everytime I get... WHOOAAAH!


I've been drinkin′ all night and my eyes are gettin' red
Well, I crashed in the gutter, got bugs in my head
Bugs in my coat, been scratchin′ like a dog
I can't stand water, and I stink like a hog
Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks
And a hot meal
Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks
And a hot meal
Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks
And a hot meal
Give me FI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I. . .
Maybe an old overcoat or two
Maybe an old overcoat or two
Maybe an old overcoat or two
Oh, oh my God, I just love overcoats