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To: mr.mark who wrote (4791)	10/27/1999 8:31:00 PM
From: Elmer Flugum	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13015

How can one get enough of...?

To: mr.mark who wrote (4791)	10/28/1999 5:18:00 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13015

No Z! Oh NO! well how about some stuff from the other Z?! Zappa! and my favo-right song(real intellectual and thought provoking) from 200 Motels: Lonesome Cowboy Burt My name is Burtram, I am a redneck. All my friends, they call me Burt. Hi, Burt! All my family from down in Texas make their livin' diggin' dirt. Come out here to Californy just to find me some pretty girls. Ones I seen gets me so horny ruby lips, n'teeth like pearls. Wanna love 'em all. Wanna love 'em dearly. Wann pretty girl, I'll even pay ... I'll buy 'em furs. I'll buy 'em jewelry ... I know they like me. Here's what I'll say. I'm lonesome cowboy Burt. ( Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt. ( Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants, my cowboy dance, my bold advance. On this here waitress ... He's lonesome cowboy Burt. Don'tcha get his feelings hurt. Come on in this place an' I'll buy you a taste. You can sit on my face. Where's my waitress? Burtram, Burtram redneck. Burtram, Burtram redneck. I'm an awful nice guy. Sweat all day in the sun. I'm a roofer by trade, quite a bundle I've made I'm unionized roofin' old Son-of-a-gun. He's a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun. When I get off, I get plastered. I drink till I fall on the floor. Find me some Communist bastard n' stomp on his face till he don't move no more. He stomps on his face till he don't move no more. I fuss an' I cuss and I keep on drinkin' till my eyes puff up an' turn red. I drool on m'shirt. I see if he's hurt. Then I kick him again in the head, let's (Everybody:) Kick him again in the head! Boys! Kick him again in the head! Now! Kick him again in the head! I'm lonesome cowboy Burt. ( Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt. ( Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants, my cowboy dance, my bold advance. On this here waitress ... He's lonesome cowboy Burt. Don'tcha get his feelings hurt. Come on in this place an' I'll buy you a taste. You can sit on my face. Where's my waitress? Opal, you hot little bitch!