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Frank Zappa, The Mothers Of Invention - Camarillo Brillo (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa
Guitar
The Mothers
The Mothers
Performer
George Duke
George Duke
Keyboards
Jean-Luc Ponty
Jean-Luc Ponty
Violin
Sal Marquez
Sal Marquez
Trumpet
Ian Underwood
Ian Underwood
Alto Saxophone
Bruce Fowler
Bruce Fowler
Trombone
Ruth Underwood
Ruth Underwood
Marimba
Tom Fowler
Tom Fowler
Bass
Ralph Humphrey
Ralph Humphrey
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa
Producer

Lyrics

She had that Camarillo brillo Flamin' out along her head I mean her Mendocino bean-o By where some bugs had made it red She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in Idaho And every cricket who had chorused By the bush in Buffalo She said she was a Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was alright But I couldn't come in (I couldn't come in right then) And so she wandered through the doorway Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way And I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born to have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She stripped away her rancid poncho And laid out naked by the door We did it 'til we were un-concho And it was useless any more She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was alright But I couldn't come in (Actually, I was very busy then) And so she wandered through the doorway Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way And I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born to have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She said she was a Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know (Is that a real poncho, I mean) (Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?) (Hmmm, no fooling)
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