Frank Zappa - Broken Hearts Are For Assholes lyrics

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Patrick o'hearn (ba**, vocals) Terry bozzio (drums, vocals) Ed mann (percussion, vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals) Andre lewis (background vocals) Randy thornton (background vocals) Davey moire (background vocals) Hey! do you know what you are? You're an a**hole! an a**hole! Some of you might not agree 'cause you probably likes a lot of misery But think a while and you will see... Broken hearts are for a**holes Broken hearts are for a**holes Are you an a**hole? Broken hearts are for a**holes Are you an a**hole too? Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an a**hole... Maybe you think you're a lonely guy Maybe you think you're too tough to cry So you went to the grape, Just to give it a try And dagmar Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofab**h i ever saw in my life Was his name... One two three four! The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his Pancake make-up And yet he was a beautiful lady Nearly drove you insane Let's talk about leather: leatherrrrrr And so you kissed a little sailor Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton production: Who had just blew in from spain Sir richard pump-a-loaf You sniffed the reeking buns of angel The story of a demented bread-boffer And acted like it was c**aine Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of ko-ko Then on tuesday night, ceasar's back in town In a way you can't explain Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match With kona. And so you worked the wall with michael Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of samoan dynamite Which gave your back an awful strain Volcanic hell But you came back on sunday for the gong show Next thursday, teen town's finest... But you forgot what i was sayin' 'cause you're an a**hole, you're an a**hole That's right You're an a**hole, you're an a**hole Yes, yes You're an a**hole, you're an a**hole That's right You're an a**hole, you're an a**hole Now you been to the grape 'n' you been to the chest 'n' now i think you know what you are: you're an a**hole You say you can't live with what you been through Well, ladies you can be an a**hole too You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you, But don't fool yerself girl It's lookin' at you Don't fool yerself girl It's winkin' at you Don't fool yerself girl It's blinkin' at you That's why i say I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Corn hole Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Fist f** Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Wrist-watch; crisco Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Pud! Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute (etc., repeats) Aw, i knew you'd be surprised...