WELL, RIGHT ABOUT THAT TIME, PEOPLE
A FUR TRAPPER
WHO WAS STRICTLY FROM COMMERCIAL
STRICTLY COMMERCIAL
HAD THE UNMEDICATED AUDACITY TO
JUMP UP FROM BEHIND MY IG-YA-LOO
PEEK-A-BOO
AND HE STARTED IN TO WHIPPIN'
ON MY FAV'RITE BABY SEAL
WITH A LEAD-FILLED SNOW SHOE
I SAID WITH A LEAD, LEAD-FILLED
LEAD FILLED, A LEAD FILLED SNOW SHOE
HE SAID PEEK-A-BOO PEEK-A-BOO
HE WENT RIGHT UP SIDE THE HEAD
OF MY FAVORITE BABY SEAL
AND HE WENT WHAP! AN' HE HIT HIM
ON THE NOSE
AN' HE HIT HIM ON FIN 'N HE...
AN' THAT GOT ME JUST ABOUT AS EVIL
AS AN ESKIMO BOY CAN BE...SO
I BENT DOWN 'N I REACHED DOWN 'N I
SCOOPED DOWN AN' I GATHERED UP
A GENEROUS MITTEN FULL OF THE DEADLY
YELLOW SNOW
THE DEADLY YELLOW SNOW
FROM RIGHT THERE WHERE THE HUSKIES GO
WHEREUPON I PROCEEDED TO TAKE THAT
MITTEN FULL OF THE DEADLY YELLOW SNOW CRYSTALS
AND RUB IT ALL INTO HIS BEADY LITTLE EYES
WITH A VIGOROUS CIRCULAR MOTION
HITHERTO UNKNOWN TO THE PEOPLE ON THIS AREA
BUT DESTINED TO TAKE THE PLACE OF THE MUD SHARK
IN YOUR MYTHOLOGY... HERE IT GOES NOW:
THE CIRCULAR MOTION...
(RUB IT)...
(HERE FIDO)...
AND THEN, IN A FIT OF ANGER, I POUNCED
AND I POUNCED AGAIN
GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY
I JUMPED UP 'N DOWN THE CHEST OF THE...
I INJURED THE FUR TRAPPER
WELL, HE WAS VERY UPSET
AS YOU CAN UNDERSTAND
AND RIGHTLY SO, BECAUSE
THE DEADLY YELLOW SNOWS CRYSTALS
HAD DEPRIVED HIM OF HIS SIGHT
AND HE STOOD UP
AND HE LOOKED AROUND
AND HE SAID:
I CAN'T SEE I CAN'T SEE
OH WOE IS ME, I CAN'T SEE
NO NO NO I CAN'T SEE...
HE TOOK A DOG-DOO SNO-CONE
AN' STUFFED IT IN MY RIGHT EYE
HE TOOK A DOG-DOO SNO-CONE
AND STUFFED IT IN MY OTHER EYE
AN' THE HUSKIE WEE-WEE
I MEAN, THE DOGGIE WEE-WEE
HAS BLINDED ME
AND I CAN'T SEE
TEMPORARILY
WELL, THE FUR TRAPPER STOOD THERE
WITH HIS ARMS OUT-STRETCHED ACROSS
THE FROZEN WASTELAND
TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO
ABOUT HIS DEFLICTED EYES
AND IT WAS AT THAT PRECISE MOMENT THAT HE
REMEMBERED AN ANCIENT ESKIMO LEGEND
WHEREIN IT IS WRITTEN
ON WHATEVER IT IS THAT THEY WRITE IT ON UP THERE
THAT IF ANYTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS TO YOUR EYES
AS A RESULT OF SOME SORT OF
CONFLICT WITH ANYONE NAMED NANOOK
THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN GET IT FIXED UP
IS TO GO TRUDGIN' ACROSS THE TUNDRA
MILE AFTER MILE
TRUDGIN' ACRSOS THE TUNDRA
RIGHT DOWN TO THE PARISH
OF SAINT ALFONZO...
Writer(s): Frank Zappa
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