Текст песни Chrissy Puked Twice (Frank Zappa) с переводом

It was the darkest night

There was no moon in sight

You know the stars ain’t shinin'

'Cause the sky’s too tight

Heard the scarey wind

I seen the ugly trees

There was a werewolf honkin'

'Long the side of me

I’m mean 'n I’m bad, y’know I ain’t no sissy

Got a big-titty girly by the name of Chrissy

Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me. .

'N this ride up the Mountain of Mystery, mystery

It was 11 o’clock upon a Friday night

You know the girl and me was feeling outta' sight

We had twenty reds and a big ol' pile of weed

You know we drank some wine and then we LSD’d

Chrissy puked twice and jumped on my bike

She yelled, «Fire it up, 'cause you know what I like!»

She burned her leg on a tail-pipe then

And yelled, «Shit-a-ree!», and puked again

I noticed even the crickets

Were actin' weird up here

'N so I said

«Well, come on and let’s drink a little beer»

I said, «Gimme summa that what yer suckin' on. .. «But there was no reply

'Cause she was gone. .

«Where's those titties I like so well, 'n my goddamn beer!»

Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise

Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the Devil. .

He’s about this big. .

He had a red suit on

An' a widow’s peak

An' then a pointed tail

'N like a sulphur reek

Yes, it was him awright

You know I knew it was

He had some human flesh

Stuck underneath his claws

You know, it looked to me

Like it was titty skin

I said, «You sonofabitch!»

'Cause I was mad at him

He just got out his floss

'N started cleanin' his fang

So I shot him with my shooter

Said: BANG BANG BANG

The sucker just laughed 'n said:

Terry:

Oh, put it away. .

You know, I ate her all up. .. now what you gonna say?

FZ:

You ate my Chrissy?

Terry:

Yeah! Titties 'n all!

FZ:

Well, what about the beer then?

Terry:

Ah. .. Were the cans this tall?

FZ:

Even her boots?

Terry:

Now, would I lie to you?

FZ:

Shit, you musta been hungry!

Terry:

Yeah, this is true

FZ:

Don’t they pay you good

For the stuff you do?

Terry:

Well, you know

I can’t complain when the checks come through. .

FZ:

I want my Chrissy

Terry:

Yeah?

FZ:

I want my beer

Terry:

So what?

FZ:

You just puke it back up, boy

Do you hear?

Terry:

Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!

I mean, I am the Devil

Do you understand?

Just what will you give me for your

Titties and beer?

I suppose you noticed this little contract here. .

FZ:

Yer goddam right, you

Son-of-a-whore

Terry:

Don’t call me that!

FZ:

That’s about the only reason I learned writin' for. .

Gimme that paper. .. bet yer ass I’ll sign. .

Because I need a beer

'N it’s titty-squeezin' time!

Terry:

Man, you can’t fool me. .. you ain’t that bad. .

I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls that I’ve had. .

FZ:

Oh, yeah?

Terry:

There was Milhous Nixon 'n Agnew, too. .

'N both of those suckers was worse 'n you. .

FZ:

Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true

I mean, after all you’re the Devil, now. .

Whatcha gonna do? Come on!

Terry: What am I gonna do?

FZ: You can— You can have my soul. .

Terry: What?

FZ: It’s a mean little sucker, 'bout a thousand years old. .

Terry: You want me to take. .. ?

FZ: But once you gets it. .

Terry: Oh, no

FZ: You can’t give it back. .

Terry: Wha—

FZ: You gotta keep it forever. .

Terry: Oh. .

FZ: And that’s a natural fact

Terry: Forever?

FZ: Do you understand me, am I making myself perfectly clear to you?

Terry: Man, well, I don’t know if I want you around Hell forever

FZ: Take my soul

Terry: I mean. .

FZ: Take my soul! I don’t care

Terry: Oh, no. .

FZ: Who needs a soul anymore?

Terry: No, wait a minute, you got those funky things growing in your hear, you.

FZ: Really. Who needs it?

Terry: Oh, you’re crazy, man!

FZ: I’d rather have beer!

Terry: Wait— Oh, no, wait, you’re freaking me out. .

FZ: Take my soul, give me the beer

Terry: You want— No, wait, hold it, wait!

FZ: Give me the beer and the titties!

Terry: No, hold it, wait, wait, wait!

FZ: Give me the titties!

Terry: Titties, beer, wait!

FZ: Give me more beer

Terry: WAIT!

FZ: Give me bigger titties!

Terry: No, wait. .. No, wait, please, please. .

FZ: Bigger titties and more beer. And hockey!

Terry: NO!

FZ: And give me football!

Terry: NOOO!

FZ: And give me baseball!

Terry: Wait!

FZ: And give me titties and beer and television!

Terry: Titties, beer and baseball, with television!

FZ: And give me. .

Terry: No, wait!

FZ: Give me everything

Terry: Wait. .

FZ: Take my soul, but. .

Terry: God help me

FZ: Mostly the titties

Terry: Oh. .

FZ: Just give me the titties

Terry: Wait, wait. .. NOOOOO!

Terry:

No! Don’t sign it! Give me time to think. .

I mean. .. hold on, boy. .

'Cause that’s Magic Ink!

And then the Devil puked

'N out jumped m’girl

They heard the titties PLOP-PLOPPIN', that’s right!

All around the world

«I GOT ME THREE BEERS 'N A COUPLE OF DOWNS

AN' I’M GONNA GET RIPPED, SO JUST FUCK YOU CLOWNS!»

Then she gave us the finger

It was rigid 'n stiff

That’s when the Devil, he farted

An' she went right over the cliff

«OH!. .. "

Oh, she had such a good time going down. .

The Devil was mad

I took off to my pad

I swear I do declare!

How did she get back there?

I swear I do declare!

How did she get back there?

I swear I do declare!

How did she get back there?

I swear I do declare!

How did she get back there?

I swear I do declare!

How did she get back there?

I swear I do declare!

How did she get back there?

I swear I do declare!

How did she get back there?

I swear I do declare!

How did she get back there?

I swear I do declare!

How did she get back there?

FZ: Awright! Now we have a song for lovers only. Pay close attention to this. .