Lonesome Cowboy Burp
Frank Zappa Lyrics


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My name is Burtram
I am a redneck
All my friends,
They call me 'Burt'
(Hi, Burt!)
All my family,
From down in Texas
Make their livin'
Diggin' dirt

Come out here to Californy,
Just to find me
Some pretty girls
Ones I seen
Gets me so horny;
Ruby lips,
'N teeth like pearls!

Wanna love 'em all!
Wanna love 'em dearly!
Wanna pretty girl--
I'll even pay!
I'll buy 'em furs!
I'll buy 'em jewelry!
I know they like me;
Here's what I say:

I'm lonesome Cowboy Burt!
(Speakin' atcha!)
Come smell my fringe-y shirt!
(Reekin' atcha!)
My cowboy pants,
My cowboy dance,
My bold advance,
On this here waitress...
Yodel-oh-oo-pee-hey
Yodel-oh-oo-pee!

(He's lonesome Cowboy Burt
Don'tcha get his feelings hurt)
Come on in this place,
'N I'll buy you a taste,
You can sit on my face--
Where's my waitress?

Burtram, Burtram redneck
Burtram, Burtram redneck

I'm an awful nice guy!
Sweat all day in the sun!
Roofer by trade,
Quite a bundle I've made,
I'm unionized roofin' old
Son-of-a-gun!
(He's a unionized roofin' old
Son-of-a-gun!)

When I get off, I get plastered
Drink till I fall onna floor,
Find me some Communist bastard,
'N stomp on his face till he don't
Move no more!
(He stomps on his face till he don't
Move no more!)

I fuss, an' I cuss an' I keep on drinkin',
Till my eyes puff up an' turn red!
I drool on m'shirt,
I see if he's hurt,
Kick him again in the head, yes!
Kick him again in the head, boys!
Kick him again in the head, now!
KICK HIM AGAIN IN THE HEAD!

Lonesome Cowboy Burt!
(Speakin' atcha!)
Come smell my fringe-y shirt!
(Reekin' atcha!)
My cowboy pants,
My cowboy dance,
My bold advance,
On this here waitress...
Yodel-oh-oo-pee-yeh
Yodel-oh-oo-pee!

(HE'S LONESOME COWBOY BURT,
A--don'tcha get his feelin's hurt)
Yeah... but come on in this place,
An' I'll buy you a taste,
'N you can sit on my face--




Where's my waitress?
OPAL, YOU HOT LITTLE BITCH!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Frank Zappa's "Lonesome Cowboy Burt" tell the story of Burtram, a redneck from Texas who has come to California in search of pretty girls to love. Despite being willing to pay for their affections, Burt is portrayed as a lovable character with a boisterous personality. He exclaims that he loves pretty girls and would buy them jewelry and furs to show his affection. He speaks in a Western dialect, using phrases such as "cowboy pants" and "cowboy dance," and makes sexual remarks towards a waitress named Opal. The lyrics also touch on Burt's unionized roofing job, his heavy drinking, and his desire to physically harm communist individuals. The chorus of the song repeats the line "Lonesome Cowboy Burt" multiple times, reinforcing the identity and personality of the main character.


The song can be interpreted in different ways, with some seeing it as a critique of the stereotypical over-the-top masculinity and misogyny present in Western culture, while others may see it as a celebration of the cowboy archetype. Zappa's lyrics are insightful in portraying the character of Burtram, showcasing his idiosyncrasies and personality traits in a humorous and exaggerated manner.


Line by Line Meaning

My name is Burtram
Introducing myself as Burtram


I am a redneck
I am a rural, working-class, white American


All my friends, They call me 'Burt'
My friends nickname me 'Burt'


(Hi, Burt!)
A greeting to me


All my family, From down in Texas Make their livin' Diggin' dirt
My family are farmers in Texas


Come out here to Californy, Just to find me Some pretty girls Ones I seen
I came to California to meet pretty girls


Gets me so horny; Ruby lips, 'N teeth like pearls!
Pretty girls excite me, especially their lips and teeth


Wanna love 'em all! Wanna love 'em dearly! Wanna pretty girl-- I'll even pay! I'll buy 'em furs! I'll buy 'em jewelry! I know they like me; Here's what I say:
I want to love all the pretty girls and will even pay for them. I will buy them furs and jewelry because I know they like me


I'm lonesome Cowboy Burt! (Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt! (Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants, My cowboy dance, My bold advance, On this here waitress... Yodel-oh-oo-pee-hey Yodel-oh-oo-pee!
I introduce myself as 'Lonesome Cowboy Burt' and try attract the attention of a waitress with my cowboy-ish looks and dance, expressing myself imitating a yodeling sound


(He's lonesome Cowboy Burt Don'tcha get his feelings hurt)
As an aside, someone reminds the listener not to hurt my feelings


Come on in this place, 'N I'll buy you a taste, You can sit on my face-- Where's my waitress?
If they come inside, I will buy them something to eat and they can sit on my face while I ask for the whereabouts of the waitress


Burtram, Burtram redneck Burtram, Burtram redneck
Reiterate that my name is Burtram, and I am a southern white American


I'm an awful nice guy! Sweat all day in the sun! Roofer by trade, Quite a bundle I've made, I'm unionized roofin' old Son-of-a-gun! (He's a unionized roofin' old Son-of-a-gun!)
I consider myself a nice guy, even though I work hard in the hot sun as a roofer. I have made some money, and I am proud to be part of a roofing union.


When I get off, I get plastered Drink till I fall onna floor, Find me some Communist bastard, 'N stomp on his face till he don't Move no more! (He stomps on his face till he don't Move no more!)
When I finish work, I get drunk and look for someone who disagrees with my political beliefs. I then physically attack them until they stop moving


I fuss, an' I cuss an' I keep on drinkin', Till my eyes puff up an' turn red! I drool on m'shirt, I see if he's hurt, Kick him again in the head, yes! Kick him again in the head, boys! Kick him again in the head, now! KICK HIM AGAIN IN THE HEAD!
When drunk, I continue to curse and drink until my eyes swell up. I drool on my shirt and keep on kicking the person I have attacked in the head


Lonesome Cowboy Burt! (Speakin' atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt! (Reekin' atcha!) My cowboy pants, My cowboy dance, My bold advance, On this here waitress... Yodel-oh-oo-pee-yeh Yodel-oh-oo-pee!
I repeat my introduction to the artist and continue to try to grab the attention of the waitress with my cowboy-themes fashion and dance. I tell the audience that I am yodeling again


(HE'S LONESOME COWBOY BURT, A--don'tcha get his feelin's hurt)
As an aside, someone reminds the listener not to hurt my feelings due to my current lonesome state


Yeah... but come on in this place, An' I'll buy you a taste, 'N you can sit on my face-- Where's my waitress? OPAL, YOU HOT LITTLE BITCH!
I invite the singer to come in and eat, sit on my face and attract the attention of the waitress. I mention the waitress by name, describing her in vulgar terms




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

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