The Blimp

Master master This is recorded through a fly's ear And you have to have a fly's eye to see it It’s the thing that’s gonna make Captain Beefheart And his magic band fat Frank, it’s the big hit It’s the blimp It’s the blimp, Frank It’s the blimp When I see you floatin’ down the gutter I’ll give you a bottle a wine Put me on the white hook Back in the fat rack Shad-rach-ee-shack The sumptin’ hoop, the sumptin’ hoop The blimp, the blimp The drazy hoops, the drazy hoops They’re camp, they’re camp Tits, tits, the blimp, the blimp The mothership, the mothership The brothers hid under their hood From the blimp, the blimp Children, stop your nursin’ unless you're renderin’ fun The mothership, the mothership The mothership’s the one The blimp, the blimp The tapes, a trip, it’s a trailin’ tail It’s traipsin' along behind the blimp, the blimp The nose has a crimp The nose is the blimp, the blimp It blows the air, the snoot isn’t fair Look up in the sky, there’s a dirigible there The drazy hoops whirr You can see them just as they were All the people stir And the girls' knees trembles And run and wave their hands And run their hands over the blimp, the blimp Daughter, don’t you dare Oh, momma, who cares? It’s the blimp, it’s the blimp