Conehead Lyrics by Frank Zappa

Conehead Lyrics

    Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
    Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
    Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
    Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
    Steve vai (guitar)
    Tommy mars (keyboards)
    Arthur barrow (bass)
    Ed mann (percussion)
    David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
    Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
    Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
    David logeman (drums)
    Craig steward (harmonica)
    Jimmy carl black (vocals)
    Ahmet zappa (vocals)
    Moon zappa (vocals)

    Conehead...she ain't really dumb
    She's just a
    Conehead...'tater chip crumbs
    All over her face
    Is there any more beer
    Stashed away at her place? she's just a
    Conhead...she can't help herself
    "she's a conehead girl..."
    Pitch her a ring
    That is the thing
    That's getting her hot-uh
    A hoop or a ring
    Goin' over the top of her conehead

    "she is from a small town in france
    'n she's a conehead kind of a girl, kind
    Of guy"
    That's what she gives me is-uh oooh!
    Conehead
    When she's on her knees
    The point is so high
    I keep sayin' please
    Keep it out of my eye, she's a
    Conehead
    (she's a conehead kind of a girl, kind of
    Guy, kind of a girl-thing...)

    Saturday night
    You're home alone
    The tv lights up
    As her dad comes home
    He's been workin' all day
    At the drivin' school
    In a stupid-lookin' hat
    That he uses to fool
    The people of earth
    Who might get back
    If they knew he was really
    From remulak, where the
    Conehead...people are from, where the
    Conehead...people go to, when the
    Conehead...people are done with their
    Conehead...things that are fun
    Connie the cone
    Is dressed real neat
    Like a teen-age girl
    From down the street

    But mom 'n dad
    They don't approve
    Carbohydrates
    Is all they groove
    Connie's eye
    Has a tiny tear
    But they rinse it away
    With a case of beer

    A bag of chips
    'n fiberglass
    Her diet's a riot
    I can't keep quiet
    I'd love to try it
    But i think i'll pass
    To eat that kind of stuff they pack
    You'd hafta be from *remulak*, where the
    Conehead...people are from, where the
    Conehead...people go to, when the
    Conehead...people are done with the
    Conehead...things that are fun, where the
    Conehead...people are from, where the
    Conehead...people go to, when the
    Conehead...people are done, with the
    Conehead...things that are fun

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