Conehead (Zappa Frank)

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 Conehead. . .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 Coin' over the top of her Conehead "She is from a small town in France 'N she's a Conehead kind of 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 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