Текст Frank Zappa – You’re Probably Wondering Why I’m Here

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You’re probably wondering
Why I’m here

Just as much as you wonder
‘Bout me bein’ in this place
(Yeah!)
That’s just how much I marvel
At the lameness on your face
You rise each day the same old way
And join your friends out on the street
Spray your hair
And think you’re neat
I think your life is incomplete
But maybe that’s not for me to say
They only pay me here to play

(I wanna hear Caravan with a drum sola!)

You’re probably wondering
Why I’m here
And so am I
So am I

Just as much as you wonder
‘Bout me starin’ back at you
(Yeah!)
That’s just how much I question
The corny things you do

You paint your face and then you chase
To meet the gang where the action is

(Mom, I tore a big hole in the convertible)

You’re probably wondering
Why I’m here
And so am I
So am I

Just as much as you wonder
If I mean just what I say
(Yeah!)
That’s just how much I question
The social games you play

You told your Mom you’re stoked on Tom
And went for a cruise in Freddie’s car
Tommy’s asking
Where you are
You boogied all night in a cheesy bar
Plastic boots and plastic hat
And you think you know where it’s at?

You’re probably wondering
Why I’m here
(Not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya)