Frank Zappa Nanook Rubs It
Well right about that time, people, A fur trapper Who was strictly from commercial (Strictly Commershil) Had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo (Peek-a-Boo Woo-ooo-ooo) And he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal With a lead-filled snow shoe . . . I said: With a lead LEAD Filled LEAD-FILLED A lead-filled snow shoe SNOW SHOE He said Peak-a-boo PEEK-A-BOO With a lead LEAD Filled LEAD-FILLED With a lead-filled snow shoe SNOW SHOE He said Peak-a-boo. PEEK-A-BOO He went right up side the head of my favourite baby seal He went WHAP! With a lead-filled snow shoe An' he hit him on the nose 'n he hit him on fin 'n he . . . That got me just about as evil As an Eskimo boy can be . . . so I bent down 'n I reached down 'n I scooped down An' I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly . . . YELLOW SNOW The deadly Yellow Snow from right there where the huskies go Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten full Of the deadly Yellow Snow Crystals And rub it all into his beady little eyes With a vigorous circular motion Hitherto unknown to the people on this area, But destined to take the place of THE MUD SHARK In your mythology Here it goes now . . . THE CIRCULAR MOTION . . . (rub it) . . . (Here Fido . . . Here Fido) And then, in a fit of anger, I . . . I pounced And I pounced again GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY I jumped up 'n down the chest of the . . . I injured the fur trapper Well, he was very upset, as you can understand And rightly so Because The deadly Yellow Snow Crystals Had deprived him of his sight And he stood up And he looked around And he said: I CAN'T SEE (DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . YEAH!) I CAN'T SEE (DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . YEAH!) OH WOE IS ME (DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . YEAH!) I CAN'T SEE (DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . WELL!) NO NO I CAN'T SEE NO . . . I . . . He took a dog-doo sno-cone An' stuffed it in my right eye He took a dog-doo sno-cone An' stuffed it in my other eye An' the huskie wee-wee, I mean the doggie wee-wee Has blinded me An' I can't see Temporarily Well the fur trapper Stood there With his arms outstretched Across the frozen white wasteland Trying to figure out what he's gonna do About his deflicted eyes And it was at that precise moment that he remembered An ancient Eskimo legend Wherein it is written On whatever it is that they write it on up there That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes As a result of some sort of conflict With anyone named Nanook The only way you can get it fixed up Is to go trudgin' across the tundra . . . Mile after mile Trudgin' across the tundra . . . Right down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo . . .