Magdalena Lyrics - Just Another Band From L.a. - Frank Zappa

Mark Volman (lead vocals) 

Howard Kaylan (lead vocals) 

Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) 

Aynsley Dunbar (drums) 

Don Preston (keyboards, mini-moog) 

Jim Pons (bass, vocals) 

There was a man 

A little ole man 

Who lived in Montreal 

With a wife and a kid 

And a car and a house 

And a teenage daughter 

With a see-thru blouse 

Who loved to grunt and ball - - 

And her name was Magdalena 

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The little ole man 

Came home one night 

To his house in Montreal. 

He caught his daughter 

In the blouse by the light 

And he said to himself: 

"She looks all right!" 

And he reached for a tit 

And grabbed it tight 

And threw her up 

Against the wall 

(BLUE CROSS!) 

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Magdalena, my daughter dear, 

Do not be concerned when your 

Canadian daddy comes near. 

My daughter dear 

Do not be concerned when your 

Canadian daddy comes near. 

I work so hard, 

Don't you understand, 

Making maple syrup 

For the pancakes of our land. 

Do you have any idea 

What that can do to a man 

What that can do to a man? 

Do you have any idea 

What that can do to a man 

What that can do to a man? 

The little ole man 

With the grubby little hand 

Who lived in Montreal 

Was drooling a bit 

As he reached for her tit 

And he said to himself: 

"This gonna be it!" 

But the girl turned around 

And said: "Go eat shit!" 

And ran on down the hall. 

Right on, Magdalena! 

My daughter dear, 

Do not be concerned when your 

Canadian daddy comes near. 

My daughter dear 

Do not be concerned when your 

Canadian daddy comes near. 

I work so hard, 

Don't you understand, 

Making maple syrup 

For the pancakes of our land. 

Do you have any idea? 

What that can do to a man 

What that can do to a man? 

Do you have any idea? 

What that can do to a man 

What that can do to a man? 

Magdalena, don't you tease me like this 

Right in the hallway with your blouse and your tits 

If your mommy ever finds us like this 

She'll call a lawyer, oh how mom will be pissed 

DOODLE DOODLE DOODLE DUH-DUH DEE-UH 

DOODLE DOODLE DOODLE DUH-DUH DEE-UH 

Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, 

daughter of the smog-filled winds of Los Angeles, 

I'd like to take you in the closet 

and take off your little clothes 

until you're virtually stark raving nude, 

spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body 

and take you down to Hollywood Boulevard 

and we can, we can walk down the streets 

by the stars that say John Provost and Leo G. Carrol 

together, Baby. 

We can go dancing up at the Cina Grill ... can't you see it: Frank Pernell and us, until dark ... don't you understand, my Baby ... I didn't mean, I didn't need, I mean ... it was so hard for me ... I just ... I saw you standing under the Shell pest strip late last night, in the light, with your little nipples protruding through your little see-thru thingie... and I just said 'My god, my god, I gave my sperm to this thing'...and now I just,...oh you got me so hard, I just, I don't know what to do Magdalena, don't you understand? So I grabbed you - but, but don't hold it against me - I mean, your mom will never know, Baby ... and I wantcha to come back to me... I mean... do you understand me?... I want you to... I'm down on my knees to ya, Magdalena... I wantcha ta walk back to me, Baby... I wantcha to turn around by the Sparkletts machine... that's it! that's it!... in the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon Jesus picture on the wall... and I want you to step, Baby, I want you to walk back in your f 

ive inch spike heels that you got at Frederick's, same time you and your mommy got that crotchless underwear last year for the christmas... and I want you to stroll back to me, Baby... Walk back Baby, dontcha understand me Baby... I want you to walk back... I'm down on bended knees, Baby... I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra... Don't you understand me. I'm gonna take off you little maroon hot pants... I'm gonna get down on my knees, Baby... dontcha understand what I'm saying to you... your mom will never know... she's playing bridge with the girls... and you and I... you and I will... Baby, it's just you and I... dontcha understand... we can make love all night long... nobody will ever know... come on, Magdalena! ...please, little girl... walk back to your daddy... what did I do that was so wrong?...my god, I was only following the sexual impulse like I heard on the Johnny Carson Show... from a book or something I wrote, I didn't know what I was doing... I got carried away... walk bac 

k, oh please, to your daddy!... come on, Magdalena... to your daddy, Baby... your mom will never know... come back to you daddy!...