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Frank Zappa

Genres: Rock

Camarillo Brillo (live At The Palladium, Nyc / 10-29-77 / Show 1) Lyrics - Frank Zappa

She had that Camarillo brillo 

Flamin' out along her head, 

I mean her Mendocino bean-o 

By where some bugs had made it red 

 

She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest 

And every newt in Idaho 

And every cricket who had chorused 

By the bush in Buffalo 

 

She said she was a Magic Mama 

And she could throw a mean Tarot 

And carried on without a comma 

That she was someone I should know 

 

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She had a snake for a pet 

And an amulet 

And she was breeding a dwarf 

But she wasn't done yet 

She had gray-green skin 

A doll with a pin 

I told her she was alright 

But I couldn't come in 

(I couldn't come in right then...) 

 

And so she wandered through the doorway 

Just like a shadow from the tomb 

She said her stereo was four-way 

And I'd just love it in her room 

 

Well, I was born to have adventure 

So I just followed up the steps 

Right past her fuming incense stencher 

To where she hung her castanets 

 

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She stripped away her rancid poncho 

And laid out naked by the door 

We did it till we were un-concho 

And it was useless any more 

 

She had a snake for a pet 

And an amulet 

And she was breeding a dwarf 

But she wasn't done yet 

She had gray-green skin 

A doll with a pin 

I told her she was alright 

But I couldn't come in 

(actually, I was very busy then) 

 

And so she wandered through the doorway 

Just like a shadow from the tomb 

She said her stereo was four-way 

And I'd just love it in her room 

 

Well, I was born to have adventure 

So I just followed up the steps 

Right past her fuming incense stencher 

To where she hung her castanets 

 

She said she was a Magic Mama 

And she could throw a mean Tarot 

And carried on without a comma 

That she was someone I should know 

 

(Is that a real poncho, I mean 

Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? 

Hmmm... no fooling...) 

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