Camarillo Brillo
Frank Zappa Lyrics


She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red

She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo

She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(I couldn't come in right then . . . )

And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She stripped away
Her rancid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An' it was useless any more

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(actually, I was very busy then)

And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

(Is that a real poncho . . . I mean
Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . )

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Frank Vincent Zappa

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stephane sonneville

@Michael Goldman Same in the 40's !
https://youtu.be/KsU1q44X_2E
You buy a beautiful shawl
A souvenir for Aunt Flo
Authentic Mexican yarn
Made in Idaho
You buy some pottery there
To beat the luxury tax
You find that when you get home
They sell it cheaper at Sachs



Fuzzy Karma

She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red

She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo

She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(I couldn't come in right then . . . )

And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She stripped away
Her rancid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An' it was useless any more

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(actually, I was very busy then)

And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

(Is that a real poncho . . . I mean
Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . )



All comments from YouTube:

Billy Batts and the Shineboxes

"stripped away her rancid poncho" "did it til we were un-concho" Possibly the greatest rhyme ever conceived by anybody, ever.

Talorc MacAllan

PS i dont shine shoes no more.

Talorc MacAllan

agreed billy bats

bassistlearningdrums

@john buck wow. I wish I was there. Cool story

Maybe Maybenot

Cenk Zappa we all have it in us naturally it’s the finding how to find it ✌🏻

psychedelicpiper

@Cenk Zappa That was Ram Dass giving acid to the Maharishi.

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Budder Kupp

I was 21 when I first heard this song and the entire album. Used to hang out at my friend Chick's large trailer..in the woods..that was near a gorgeous pond. Hung out with Chick, Mike, Jay and George. One of us would cook dinner. Then we would play cards, have a couple of beers..and listen to Zappa. I'm 64 and the other guys were the same age as me..but sadly..Chick, Mike and George are all dead..and Jay is in a nursing home. I'm the only one left to remember these great times. Play some Zappa man!!

Kevin Cloud

People in their 20s are still hearing this for the first time

Budder Kupp

@1369vmsmith Absolutely great times!!

Budder Kupp

@Western Defector I have a son born in 96.

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