Frank Zappa - Nanook Rubs It Lyrics
Jim gordon (drums)John guerin (drums)Aynsley dunbar (drums)Ralph humphrey (drums)Jack bruce (bass)Erroneous (bass)Tom fowler (bass)Frank zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar)George duke (keyboards, background vocals)Don sugar cane harris (violin)Jean-luc ponty (violin)Ruth underwood (percussion)Ian underwood (saxophone)Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, background vocals)Sal marquez (trumpet)Bruce fowler (trombone)Ray collins (background vocals)Kerry mcnabb (background vocals)Susie glower (background vocals)Debbie (background vocals)Lynn (background vocals)Ruben ladron de guevara (background vocals)Robert camarena (background vocals)(well, right about that time peopleA fur-trapper (who was strictly from commercial)Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peekaboo) )And he started into whippin on my favorite baby sealWith a lead-filled snowshoe)I said, with aLead-FilledWith a lead filled snowshoeHe said, peekabooI said, with aLead-FilledWith a lead filled snowshoeHe said, peekabooHe went right upside the head of my favorite baby sealHe went whap with a lead-filled snowshoe, andHe hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and heThat got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be. so I bent downAnd I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generousMitten-ful of the deadly yellow snowThe deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go!Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snowCrystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorousCircular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destinedTo take the place of the mudshark in your mythologyHere it goes,the circular motion, now rub it!(here fido)And thenIn a fit of angerI pouncedAnd I pounced againGreat googly moogly!I jumped up and down on the chest of the himI injuredThe fur trapperWell he was very upset, as you can understandAnd rightly so, because theDeadly yellow snow crystals hadDeprived him of hisSightAnd he stood up, and he looked around, and he saidI cant seeI cant seeOh, woe is meI cant seeWell.....you knowI cant seeNothinHe took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eyeHe took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eyeAnd the husky wee-weeI mean the doggie wee-weeHas blinded meAnd I cant seeTemporarilyWell, the fur-trapper stood there, with his arms outstretched across theFrozen white wasteland, trying to figure out what he was going to do aboutHis deflicted eyes. and it was at that precise moment that he rememberedAnd ancient eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is thatThey write it on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyesAs the result of some sort of conflict with anyone namedNanook,The only way you can get it fixed up is to goTrudging across the tundraMile after mileTrudging across the tundraRight down to the parish of st. alphonzo
