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"