The Air (Zappa Frank)

The air Escaping from your mouth The hair Escaping from your nose My heart Escaping from the scraping And the shaping Of the draping... I'm awaking In a T-shirt In a Chevy At a beach And I'm freezing And I'm wheezing And I know You were only teasing Then I hit you And I beat you And told you That I love you In my car In a jar The air Escaping from your pits The hair Escaping from my teeth My hands Are gripping But they're slipping And they're dripping 'Cause I'm tripping I got busted Coming through customs With a suitcase Full of tapes It was special Tape recording And they grabbed me While I was boarding Then they hit me And they beat me And they told me They don't like me And I crashed In my Nash We can crash In my Nash etc.