The Mothers Of Invention - The Idiot Bastard Son lyrics

The idiot ba*tard son The father's a nazi in Congress today The mother's a hooker somewhere in L.A. The idiot ba*tard son Abandoned to perish in back of a car Kenny will stash him away in a jar The idiot boy Motorhead?: I never wanted to because I was too small to start with, I used to drink really some bad stuff . . . Wine, all kinds of wine! Mixed, seven different varieties . . . Thunderbird wine . . . I don't know but I chugged a fifth of White Port once and pa**ed out one day (heh heh) . . . and I drank a quart of beer just before that . . . and we were out riding around in the desert . . . . . . very strange! Anyway . . . Try and imagine The window all covered in green All the time he would spend At the church he'd attend Warming his pew Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch The child will thrive and grow And enter the world Of liars and cheaters and people like you Who smile and think you know What this is about You think you know everything, maybe so The song we sing, do you know? We're listening The idiot boy Try and imagine The window all covered in green All the time he would spend All the colors he'd blend Where are they now? Gary Kellgren: Right now I have two hit records on the charts, but it has not made me any money. It has only brought me fame and glory, and a lot of work. Which I do, really not care to tell . . .