You’re Just Insultin’ Me, Aren’t You! Songtext
von Frank Zappa

You′re just insulting me, aren't you? It′s not funny, man
Tabii ya, tabii, tabii eh, eh
It's not funny
It ain't funny, he′s just been talking about me for ten minutes
Be alone
With yourself inside a piano or
Whatever your piano
It′s it's really a metaphor for that
That spirit that feeling of oneness
Siz saatlerce, saatlerce konusuyorsunuz burada
Yani, artik biktim burasindan
Be! Oturup boyle birsey birsey bulsak da biz simidi, yani It′s, it's, it′s fulfillment
Fulfillment I got something fulfilling, baby
The sages talk about this
Sen soyleme
Hey, yo my man
Hey, yo my man word up man word up!
This is a piano
This is a piano
This is a piano
And why are we in it?
This is a piano
A piano!


A piano this is a piano
Piano!
Klavier
Oh! I thought it was the men's room
Piano!
Piano
Das es kein Computer
This ain′t a computer!
Das es kein Computer!
I sag des so oft, bis die des merken, verstehst
Piano that's a beautiful word
It can take you to that place inside yourself where you
You still talking about the place but you ain't
Thinking about this place, the piano!
What I′m saying is that it doesn′t matter how you get here (Piano! Piano!)

That's it exactly, I guess
About Tom, no, no but to me all different
Um but I guess Tom was a human is a human
Being with feelings and sorrows and happinesses
As everyone else, but Tom would only show me so much
But is this a pregnant sow before me?
By the sound of the snork, I would gesture to say I find myself turning into a pony