Frutch — текст песни (The Incredible String Band)

Now I met me a girl and her name was Frutch
And she liked dirt and me very much
She said if she`d met me during the war
And she found me hiding underneath the door
Even if she was German and I was Dutch
She wouldn`t shoot me
She was a fine girl, Frutch
Shot me last Tuesday

Now I met me a girl and her name was Scrot
She kept a notebook with many a jot
About how to turn a banknote into a cat
And many such things just as useful as that
But I told her she wouldn`t dig it if she turned
into a piece of gunshot
She didn`t listen
She was a fine girl, Scrot
I got her right here in my shoulder now
thanks to Frutch

Now I met me a girl and her name was Blit
And she bought a do-it-yourself submarine kit
She tried it in the bath and it went down the plug
And she was inside it, she was making it chug
When she found there wasn`t no place at all for
her to sit
She didn`t worry none
She was a fine girl, Blit
She was still standing when she passed Norroway
for the fourth time

Now I met me a girl and her name was Twing
She looked like a yoyo without a string
She rolled up and down like a solid hoop
Right round the block and right through the soup
And right through the stew and the chicken stuffing
She was a fine girl, Twing
She was a good cook as cooks go...she went!

Now I met me a girl and her name was Plof
She had a car with a nasty cough
She fed it with aspirins and vitamin pills
Lotions and potions for to cure all ills
`Til you couldn`t see the car for three miles of froth
Big Claimsville
She was a fine girl, Plof

Car don`t cough no more
Just sits in the garage all day long
And screams for the doctor
Hypochondriac!