Song Lyrics

Master master
This is recorded through a fly's ear
And you have to have a fly's eye to see it
It's the thing that's gonna make Captain Beefheart
And his magic band fat
Frank, it's the big hit
It's the blimp
It's the blimp, Frank
It's the blimp
When I see you floatin' down the gutter
I'll give you a bottle a wine
Put me on the white hook
Back in the fat rack
Shad-rach-ee-shack
The sumptin' hoop, the sumptin' hoop
The blimp, the blimp
The drazy hoops, the drazy hoops
They're camp, they're camp
Tits, tits, the blimp, the blimp
The mothership, the mothership
The brothers hid under their hood
From the blimp, the blimp
Children, stop your nursin' unless you're renderin' fun
The mothership, the mothership
The mothership's the one
The blimp, the blimp
The tapes, a trip, it's a trailin' tail
It's traipsin' along behind the blimp, the blimp
The nose has a crimp
The nose is the blimp, the blimp
It blows the air, the snoot isn't fair
Look up in the sky, there's a dirigible there
The drazy hoops whirr
You can see them just as they were
All the people stir
And the girls' knees trembles
And run and wave their hands
And run their hands over the blimp, the blimp
Daughter, don't you dare
Oh, momma, who cares?
It's the blimp, it's the blimp

Don Van Vliet