Lyrics for A Game Of Cards
By Frank Zappa
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Frank Zappa (dialog)
Motorhead Sherwood (dialog)
Arthur Tripp (dialog)
Ian Underwood (dialog)
FZ:
They're really getting professional now. In the dressing room waiting for the Vanilla Fudge to go off Motorhead and Arthur Dyer Tripp the Third are playing cards.
Arthur:
Pair of queens what is this shit?
Motorhead:
Pissy, pissy poop.
Arthur:
Can I go down with two cards?
Motorhead:
Pissy, pissy poop.
Arthur:
Do it this way. Give me a good chance buddy.
Motorhead:
I'll take that sonabitch.
Arthur:
You better not
Motorhead:
I took it.
Arthur:
Oh, you're running for a spade straight, are ya?
Motorhead:
I took it.
Arthur:
Oh, I got your number.
Motorhead:
Oh whaddaya know.
Arthur:
I knew it.
You have any other one I want?
(phhht!)
I hear a Fuzztone.
Wahhh
Motorhead:
You shink evvyzing gonna be awright?
Arthur:
Is this an accounting office?
