Florentine Pogen Anyway The Wind Blows by Frank Zappa Lyrics

She was the daughter of a wealthy
Florentine Pogen, Yoo-hoo
Read 'em 'n weep
Was her adjustable slogan

She was a debutante daisy
With a color-note organ
Deep in the street
She drove a '59 Morgan

Woola

That's the kinda of step she takes
When her hot breaks hot brakes
That's the kinda sound she makes
Ooh, let go
When her crab cakes
Arf arf arf

She didn't like it when her fan belt
Shrunk & got shorter
Ointment
Battery leaks could nearly cost her a quarter
She didn't want to go home
An' watch the pestle go mortar
Later she speaks
On how Perellis might court her

Na na na, Na-na-na-hoo
[etc.]

She was the daughter
Ah-ah-ahhh
Of a wealthy
Florentine Pogen
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Po-oh-wo-oh-oh
Ga-ya-ee-annnn

Take the booger home with you
Read 'em 'n weep
Take the booger home with you
Read 'em 'n weep
Take the booger home with you
Read 'em 'n weep
Ay yay yay yay yawoo-ha-oo-ha

Chester's go-rilla
She go oink
Chester's go-rilla
She go quack
Chester's go-rilla
She go moo
Chester's go-rilla
She go