标题:Penis Dimension
艺人:Frank Zappa
专辑:200 Motels
作词:Mothers of Invention ...
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 120
和弦:Cmaj7add9 Am Cmaj9 Cm11 Cm Bbm D G C#m9 G# F# C# (susD#) C#m (sus F#) G#m (sus C#) E B A9 Em9 Ebm6 C11 C Bb maj9 A7(b5) F#m A6add9 Amaj7/9 F#m9 Fmaj7add9
音轨:
- Voice - 电颤琴 Vibraphone
- Piano Right Hand - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
- Vamp - 管风琴 Church Organ
- Piano Left Hand - 拨弦古钢琴 Harpsichord
- Piano Left Hand (extra notes) - 拨弦古钢琴 Harpsichord
- Rhythm Guitar - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
- Melody - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
歌词:
Pe nis di men sion Pe nis di men sion Pe nis di men sion is wor ry ing me I can't hard ly sleep at night 'cause of pe nis di men sion. Do you wor ry? Do you wor ry a lot? Do you wor ry? Do you wor ry and moan That the size of your cock is not mon strous e nough? It's your pe nis di men sion Pe nis di men sion, wah oo wah oo wah oo wah wah oo wah oo wah oo wah
(Over Vamp: Hi friends! Now just be honest about it friends and neighbors, did you ever consider the possibility that your penis and (in the case of many dignified ladies) that the size of the titties themselves, may cause elements of subconscious tension? Weird, twisted, anxieties which could force a human-being such as yourself to have to become a politician! a policeman! a jesuit monk! (dominus vobiscum et cum spiritu tuo...) a rock and roll guitar player! a vampire! a wino! You name it... (Hey you, sit down and be quiet, this is a teenage rock and roll program...) Or, in the case of the ladies, the ones who can't afford a silicone beefup become writers of hot books. "Manuel the gardener placed his burning phallus in her quivering quim..." Or they become Carmelite nuns.. "Gonzo the lead guitar player placed his mutated member in her slithering slit." Or they become race horse jockies. Now there is no reason your or your loved ones should suffer about the size of their organs. THERE ARE ENOUGH PROBLEMS IN THIS DAMN WORLD TODAY! AM I RIGHT? RIGHT ON! HEY! RIGHT ON! HEY! RIGHT ON! HEY! Right on. Now if you're a girl and you're troubled with munchkin tits, you can console yourself with this age-old line from primary school: (Help me out brothers...) "ANYTHING OVER A MOUTHFUL IS WASTED." And if you're a gut and you're a guy and you're ashamed about the size of your dick and one night you're at a party and you're being so cool, I mean, you know, you're with this really cool lady and you're not even wearing any underwear, you know, you're being so cool and so guy comes walking up to you you ain't never seen before and he's dressed all in leather and he walks up to you and he says these words: "Twelve centimeters or less?" He is a lonely guy... If this happens to you one night when you're at a party, well let me tell you brothers and sisters... This is the time when you gotta turn around and look that son of a bitch right between the eyes and you gotta tell him so words that will help him, so words that will show him there's a better life than the one he's living. Abd right now I'm going to ask my brother Jeff Simons, behind here, to help us all at this moment by telling us all these words...