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Zappa Frank - Rhymin Man Lyrics



Zappa Frank - Rhymin Man Lyrics




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 doctor's blood,
'n rubbed his shirt like playin' with mud
Looked around for all the press
'n said: 'check me out, my name is jess!
I'll 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 he's your friend
Any fool can make a rhyme --
Cowboys do it all the time
People say: 'now he's mature!'
Cowboys rhyme that with horse manure

Horse manure!
That's for sure!
You been cheatin' --
We kept score!
Are you 'this'?
Or are you 'that'?
Oh, you naughty
Democrat!
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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 doctor's blood,
'n rubbed his shirt like playin' with mud
Looked around for all the press
'n said: 'check me out, my name is jess!
I'll 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 he's your friend
Any fool can make a rhyme --
Cowboys do it all the time
People say: 'now he's mature!'
Cowboys rhyme that with horse manure

Horse manure!
That's for sure!
You been cheatin' --
We kept score!
Are you 'this'?
Or are you 'that'?
Oh, you naughty
Democrat!
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Writer: Frank Vincent Zappa
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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