Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow / St. Alphonzo’s Pancake Breakfast Songtext
von Frank Zappa

One, two, three, four

No, no, don′t eat it
No, no, don't eat it
No, no, don′t eat it
No, no, don't eat it

Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toe
Frost had bit the ground below
And it was a hundred degrees below zero
And my momma cried
She said, "Nanook, no no
Save your money, don't go to the show"
And I turned around and I said, "Ho-ho"
And the Northern lights commenced to glow
And she said


Watch out where the huskies go
And don′t you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go
And don′t you eat that yellow snow

Well right about that time, people
A fur trapper who was strictly from commercial
(Strictly commercial)
Had the unmitigated audacity to hop up from behind my igyaloo
(Peek-a-boo, hoo)
And he started in to whippin' on my favorite baby seal
With a lead-filled snow shoe

I said, with a lead (lead)
With a lead-filled (lead-filled)
With a lead-filled snow shoe (snow shoe)
He said, "Peak-a-boo" (peak-a-boo)


With a lead (lead)
Filled (lead-filled)
With a lead-filled snow shoe (snow shoe)
He said Peak-a-boo (peak-a-boo)
He said Peak-a-boo (peak-a-boo)
Of my favorite baby seal with a lead-filled snow shoe
And he said Peak-a-boo to the baby seal with a lead-filled snow shoe
And he hit him on the head and he hit him on the fin
And he hit him on the nose and he hit him on the eye with a snow shoe
And he said Peak-a-boo
You know that got me just about as evil as an Eskimo boy can be

So I reached down with my special patented
Nanook of the North whale blubber mitten
And I reached down and I scooped up a generous hand full
A mitten full of the deadly (yellow snow)
The deadly yellow snow from right there where the huskies go

And then I pounced
And I pounced again
And I pounced
And I jumped up and down on the chest of the...
I got vicious with the fur trapper
And I took my mitten full of deadly yellow snow flakes
And I started rubbing it all into his beady little eyes
With a vigorous circular motion
Destined to supplant the mud shark
In Sydney mythology, hey

Until finally this
Finally, oh, calm yourselves, ladies and gentlemen
Finally the evil fur trapper succumbed to the deadly yellow crystals
And he said

I can′t see (I can't see temporarily)
I can′t see (I can't see temporarily)
Oh, woe is me (I, I can′t see temporarily)
What if there's somethin' good on TV (I, I can′t see temporarily)
And I can′t see temporarily

He took a dog-doo sno-cone
And stuck it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
And stuffed it in my other eye
And the huskie wee-wee, I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
Temporarily
And goddamn I can't see

Well the fur trapper was in a terrible condition
He couldn′t see where he was going or nothing
But it serves him right for pummeling the baby seal
However he wanted to see War Of The Worlds
No no, The Day The Earth Caught Fire on television that night
Wouldn't miss it for the world but he couldn′t see it
And so he had to do something to fix himself up
So he remembered an ancient legend of the North
You don't know where that is, folks
But an ancient legend of the North land
That says if anything bad happens to your eyes from an Eskimo
You have to trudge across the tundra
All the way from the Arctic circle
Down to the Columbia River delta
And seek out the parish of Saint Alfonzo
Patron saint of the smelt fishermen of Portuguese extraction
And his only living representative here on Earth, folks
Father Vivian O′Blivion, man of the cloth. Dunt-dun-dun!

So the evil fur trapper starts trudgin' across the tundra
And he goes trudgin' across the tundra mile after mile
Windy and whistling and dwindling his way
Slowly but assuredly, yes yes, folks
Down to Saint Alfonzo′s parish and here′s what happened

Yes, here we are
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene
And widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine

I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine

As she abused a sausage pattie
And said why don′t you treat me mean?
(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, ooh)

At Saint Alfonzo's pancake breakfast (good God! What′d you say)
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene

Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo, ooh

Ah, Father Vivian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
He forgot to watch the clock
′Cause the night before behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his smock

Set him off in such a frenzy
He sang lock around the crock
And he topped it off with a...
And he topped it off with a...
And he topped it off with a...
Woo-woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo
As he stumbled on his cock
He was delighted as it stiffened
Yeah, it ripped right through his sock
Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me (proud of me)

He shouted down the block

Dominus Vo-bisque 'em
Et come spear a tu-tu
Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alfonzo
They′re so light ′n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They′re so light 'n fluffy-white
We′ll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light ′n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light ′n fluffy-brown
They′re the finest in the town

Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoes
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoes

Very, very, very very fast

At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene
An′ widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine

As she abused a sausage pattie
And said why don't you treat me mean?
(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, ooh)
At Saint Alfonzo′s pancake breakfast

Where I stole
Oh, Lord, where I stole
Where I, where I, where I
Where I stole the mar-juh-rene
Here's what I did

I finally made my way into the pantry where they keep the stuff
You have to imagine that I′m the fur trapper, you understand, boys and girls
And I went in there and I found the box with the mar-juh-rene
And I fumbled around for it
And I could tell because it said Imperial on the package
You don't know about that, but
Raised lettering and aluminum covered cardboard package
And I fondled the little crown on the packet
And I said, this must be the stuff and I reached in there and I
Pulled out a... Pulled out a chunk of it
Rubbed a little on my right eye
And I said, "Mmmm, M"

M is for the mystery and the majesty of the mar-juh-rene
And A is for Australopithecus
Which might have lived around here at one time or another
And R
R is for rats, which is what lives in New York
And then there's a hyphen
Which is something that might be used for erotic gratification
By a very desperate stenographer
And then there′s a J
Lord, Lord, there is a J
There′s M-A-R and a hyphen and a J
And that J stands for jubilation
Juba, juba, juba
'Cause we need a little bit of that every day
M-A-R-hyphen-J, a U
And of course the U always stands for you
Each and everyone of you out there
Because if you weren′t there
This place would be uninhabited which also starts with a U
And then we have an H
M-A-R-hyphen-J-U-H
H is for horny in America, randy in Australia
And then another hyphen
This second hyphen could be used
What could the second hyphen be used for?

Lisa knows what to do with the second hyphen
She would hold the second hyphen with a pair of tweezers
And administer acupuncture to some vital organ
And eventually acupuncture will be big down here
But not yet
And then after the second hyphen there's another R
There′s an R that stands for (Raymond)
Raymond? Yes, it stands for Raymond
Happy birthday, Raymond
Raymond is our door prize tonight
He wins a napkin
And then there's an E
There′s a big long, gigantic, long, extended, overwhelming
Obnoxious, ubiquitous, comestible E
It's an E to the nth degree
And then there's an N which is the N of the nth degree of the E that
E that you just heard
And then on the end of the mar-juh-rene
It′s a tiny weeny dwindling off
Superficial, phlegmatic, uh
It′s you wanna hear cosmic
It's a cosmic E
It′s a teeny weeny E on the end of the mar-juh-rene
And boy, you know, as soon as I had spelled mar-juh-rene
And I took the stuff and rubbed it on my other eye
I felt better right away
I was healed
Miraculous healing from the mar-juh-rene

I, I stole the mar-juh-rene
Well I admit it, I did it
I, I stole the mar-juh-rene
I admit it, I did it
As soon as I had repaired my eyesight
And had actually succeeded in watching
That great, heavy, cosmic, thrilling movie
The Day The World Caught Fire on television last night
I immediately set about
To thank the guy who had made it all possible
None other than Father Vivian O'Blivion
And I looked around the parish and
I found him, he was off to the side
And here′s what he was doing

Father Vivian O'Blivion
Was resplendent in his frock
He was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
He forgot to watch the clock
Because the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his smock
And that set him off in such a frenzy
He sang lock around the crock

And he topped it off with a woo-woo-woo
And he topped it off with a woo-woo
And he topped it off with a woo-woo
As he stumbled on his cock
He was delighted as it stiffened
And it ripped right through his sock
Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
He shouted down the block

Now as soon as he shouted that
A whole bunch of people came over
And they started looking at this pink thing sticking out
The bottom of his discrete black stocking
And they all gathered around and they started checking him out
He lifted up his pants leg a little bit like this
He was going, "Hey, boys and girls"
And then to calm them
Because that, that got them into a frenzy
To calm them down he gave them a special secret gesture
That he picked up in an extension course at Divinity School
Gave ′em one of these, couple of those
Half a dozen dominus vobiscums
And that was it, they relaxed
And then he turned to them in a
Pseudo-biblical accent he said
Bring the band on down behind me, boys
Join the march and eat my starch