Rhymin Man — текст песни (Frank Zappa)

Rhymin man,

Tall and tan,

Rhyme or reason,

Play your hand --

Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that

Oh, you naughty democrat!



They say when doctor king got shot,

Jesse hatched an evil plot,

Dipped his hands in the doctors blood,

n rubbed his shirt like playin with mud

Looked around for all the press

n said: check me out, my name is jess!

Ill be known from towns n farms --

Doctor king died in my arms!



Rhymin man,

Tall and tan,

Rhyme or reason,

Play your hand --

Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that

Oh, you naughty democrat!



A few years later, legend says,

Rhymin man made a run for prez

Farrakhan made him a clown,

Over there near hymie-town

Said he was a diplomat --

Hobbin an-a-knobbin with arafat

Castro was simpatico,

But the u.s. voters, they said: no!



Rhymin man,

Tall and tan,

Rhyme or reason,

Play your hand --

Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that

Oh, you naughty democrat!



Okay, here we go again!

Rhymin man says hes your friend

Any fool can make a rhyme --

Cowboys do it all the time

People say: now hes mature!

Cowboys rhyme that with horse manure



Horse manure!

Thats for sure!

You been cheatin --

We kept score!

Are you this?

Or are you that?

Oh, you naughty

Democrat!