Later That Night (Zappa Frank)

You surely must be trying To break this heart of mine I thought you knew I loved you And we'd share a love so fine But later that night You threw a padlock on my door My clothes out on the street 'Cause you don't want my love no more And I cryyyd, I cryyyd I-I-I-I-I cried my hart out Cried my heart out Later that night (spoken) Don't go baby, don't put me out on the street. Your threw my best sharkskin suit out on the lawn, right on top of some dog waste (I hold in my hand three letters from the stages of your fine, fine, super- fine career...) and my best white shirts with the Mr. B collar all over the front lawn. Where's my cuff links? Lemme back in dere. Dere? "Huffa puffa, Huffa puffa There's no room to breathe in here" "That's alright honey. You can come out of the closet now"