Paroles: Captain Beefheart. Trout Mask Replica. Old Fart At Play.

Pappy with the Khaki sweatband
Bowed goat potbellied barnyard
That only he noticed, the old fart was smart
The old gold cloth Madonna

Dancin' to the fiddle 'n saw
He ran down behind the knoll
'N' slipped on his wooden fishhead
The mouth worked 'n' snapped
All the bees back to the bungalow

Momma was flatten 'n' lard
With her red enamel rollin' pin
When the fishhead broke the window
Rubber eye erect 'n' precisely detailed
Airholes from which breath should come
Is now closely fit with the chatter of the old fart inside

An assortment of observations took place
Momma licked her lips like a cat
Pecked the ground like a rooster
Pivoted like a duck

Her stockings down caught dust 'n' doughballs
She cracked her mouth glaze, caught one eyelash
Rubbed her hands on her gorgeous gingham
Her hands grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork
Open to the room, uh, smell cold mixed with bologna

Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets
Fat goose legs 'n' special jellies
Ignited by the warmth of the room
The old fart smelled this through his important breather holes

Cleverly he dialed from within from the outside we observed
That the nose of the wooden mask
Where the holes had just been a moment ago

Was now smooth amazingly blended camouflaged in
With the very intricate rainbow trout replica
The old fart inside was now breathin' freely
From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention

His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed
Watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation
Uh man, it's so heavy