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Текст (слова) песни: Frank Zappa - Rhymin Man
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!
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