Frank Zappa - Rhymin' Man Lyrics
Rhymin man,Tall and tan,Rhyme or reason,Play your hand --Rhyme on this -- rhyme on thatOh, 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 mudLooked around for all the pressn 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 thatOh, you naughty democrat!A few years later, legend says,Rhymin man made a run for prezFarrakhan made him a clown,Over there near hymie-townSaid he was a diplomat --Hobbin an-a-knobbin with arafatCastro 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 thatOh, you naughty democrat!Okay, here we go again!Rhymin man says hes your friendAny fool can make a rhyme --Cowboys do it all the timePeople say: now hes mature!Cowboys rhyme that with horse manureHorse manure!Thats for sure!You been cheatin --We kept score!Are you this?Or are you that?Oh, you naughtyDemocrat!
