Obras maestras zappanianas

Frank Zappa, uno de los excéntricos de este planeta, nos dejó maravillosas piezas, en casi todos los aspectos, ya sea la música clásica, el jazz, el soul, la psicodelia, el folk, tiene publicados unos setentaitantos albumens y otros tantos piratas, y su vida es tan rara como su barba.
Aquí os dejo dos canciones para que lo vayais conociendo. Las letras están extraídas de webs malas, aun así, Bobby Brown es la mayor payasada que he oído, este tio era grande, muy grande!.
Este era bobby brown: Bobby alias "yo no esnifo crack con withney houston" Brown
He's so gay-Franz zappa

He's so gay
He's so gay
He's very very gay
He's so gay
He's so gay
And he likes to be that way
With his keys all on the right
He's into rubber every night
He's so gay
He's so gay
He's almost everyone today

He's okay
He's okay
He's got a role he wants to play
He's okay
He's okay
He's just a cowboy for a day

Of course, his evening's not complete
Without some meat in the seat;
Let's skate away
Down santa monica today

Maybe he wants a little spanking
Maybe he'll eat a little chain
Maybe his lover should be thanking him
For the way he makes it sprinkle
Into drops of golden rain

He's so gay
He's so gay
He rules the city in a way
You could say
You could say
It's sorta different today
All the taffeta and chintz
And every leather boy's a prince
Hey hey hey!
Please don't look the other way

You could be just like him
Tomorrow!
Maybe you'll get a chance
To borrow
(borrow)
His bouquet
And maybe later...maybe later
We'll all be
Gay-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y!
Do you really wanna hurt me?

Segunda canción Bobby Brown- Frank Zappa


Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp 'n' I'm
actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her

Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome sonofabit*h
I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich

get a good
get a good
get a good
get a good job

Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people I was not ready
When I f**ked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say "when"
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the American dream
But now I smell like Vaseline
An' I'm a miserable sonofabit*h
Am I a boy or a lady...I don't know which

I wonder wonder
wonder wonder

So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me 'n' a friend
Sorta drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'Long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the American dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred!"
Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic!
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm goin down,
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm goin down,