Frutch Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Now I met me a girl and her name was Frutch 

And she liked dirt and me very much 

She said if she'd met me during the war 

And she found me hiding underneath the door 

Even if she was German and I was Dutch 

She wouldn't shoot me 

She was a fine girl, Frutch 

Shot me last Tuesday 

Now I met me a girl and her name was Scrot 

She kept a notebook with many a jot 

About how to turn a banknote into a cat 

And many such things just as useful as that 

But I told her she wouldn't dig it if she turned 

into a piece of gunshot 

She didn't listen 

She was a fine girl, Scrot 

I got her right here in my shoulder now 

thanks to Frutch 

Now I met me a girl and her name was Blit 

And she bought a do-it-yourself submarine kit 

She tried it in the bath and it went down the plug 

And she was inside it, she was making it chug 

When she found there wasn't no place at all for 

her to sit 

She didn't worry none 

She was a fine girl, Blit 

She was still standing when she passed Norroway 

for the fourth time 

Now I met me a girl and her name was Twing 

She looked like a yoyo without a string 

She rolled up and down like a solid hoop 

Right round the block and right through the soup 

And right through the stew and the chicken stuffing 

She was a fine girl, Twing 

She was a good cook as cooks go...she went! 

Now I met me a girl and her name was Plof 

She had a car with a nasty cough 

She fed it with aspirins and vitamin pills 

Lotions and potions for to cure all ills 

'Til you couldn't see the car for three miles of froth 

Big Claimsville 

She was a fine girl, Plof 

Car don't cough no more 

Just sits in the garage all day long 

And screams for the doctor 

Hypochondriac!