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

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) 

Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) 

Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) 

Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) 

Steve Vai (guitar) 

Tommy Mars (keyboards) 

Arthur Barrow (bass) 

Ed Mann (percussion) 

David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) 

Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) 

Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) 

David Logeman (drums) 

Craig Steward (harmonica) 

Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) 

Ahmet Zappa (vocals) 

Moon Zappa (vocals) 

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Conehead... she ain't really dumb 

She's just a 

Conehead...'tater chip crumbs 

All over her face 

Is there any more beer 

Stashed away at her place? She's just a 

Conhead... she can't help herself 

"She's a Conehead girl..." 

Pitch her a ring 

That is the thing 

That's getting her hot-uh 

A hoop or a ring 

Goin' over the top of her Conehead 

Photos 

"She is from a small town in France 

'N she's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind 

of guy" 

That's what she gives me is-uh Oooh! 

Conehead 

When she's on her knees 

The point is so high 

I keep sayin' please 

Keep it out of my eye, she's a 

Conehead 

(She's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of 

guy, kind of a girl-thing...) 

Saturday Night 

You're home alone 

The TV lights up 

As her dad comes home 

He's been workin' all day 

At the drivin' school 

In a stupid-lookin' hat 

That he uses to fool 

The people of Earth 

Who might get back 

If they knew he was really 

From Remulak, where the 

Conehead... people are from, where the 

Conehead... people go to, when the 

Conehead... people are done with their 

Conehead... things that are fun 

Connie the cone 

Is dressed real neat 

Like a teen-age girl 

From down the street 

But Mom 'n Dad 

They don't approve 

Carbohydrates 

Is all they groove 

Connie's eye 

Has a tiny tear 

But they rinse it away 

With a case of beer 

A bag of chips 

'N fiberglass 

Her diet's a riot 

I can't keep quiet 

I'd love to try it 

But I think I'll pass 

To eat that kind of stuff they pack 

You'd hafta be from *Remulak*, where the 

Conehead... people are from, where the 

Conehead... people go to, when the 

Conehead... people are done with the 

Conehead... things that are fun, where the 

Conehead... people are from, where the 

Conehead... people go to, when the 

Conehead... people are done, with the 

Conehead... things that are fun