Track Title:               My Guitar Wants to Kill Your Mama
Album Title:               Strictly Commercial; The Best of Frank Zappa
Prime Artist:              Frank Zappa

Producer:                  Frank Zappa
Written by:                Frank Zappa
From the Album:            Weasels Ripped My Flesh  1970 (A)


Lyrics:
You know, your momma and your daddy
Saying I'm no good for you
They call me dirty from the alley
Till I don't know what to do

I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawl past the garbage and
Your momma jumps out, screamin'
"Don't come back no more"
I can't take it

My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad

Later I tried to call you
Your momma told me you weren't there
She told me: "Don't bother to call again"
'Less I cut off all my hair

I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawl past the garbage and
Your momma jumps out, screamin'
"Don't come back no more"

Later I tried to call you
Your momma told me you weren't there
She told me: "Don't bother to call again"
'Less I cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawl past the garbage and
Your momma jumps out, screamin'
"Don't come back no more"

My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad

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