CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Punky’s Whips [ZINY 40th Anniversary Deluxe Edition]

Don Pardo: In today's rapidly changing world, musical groups appear almost every day with some new promotional device. Some of these devices have been known to leave irreparable scars on the minds of foolish young consumers. One such case is seated before you, live on stage—yes, Terry Bozzio, that cute little drummer. Terry recently fell in love with a publicity photo of a boy named Punky Meadows, lead guitar player from a group called ANGEL. In the photo, Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo in a semi-profile which emphasized the pooched out succulence of his insolent pouting rictus, the sight of which drove the helpless drummer mad with desire!

I can't stand the way he pouts
'Cause he might not be pouting for me!
(Pouting for you? You . . . Hah! Hah!
Oh, Don . . . You silly fool, pouting, ah!)
His hair's so shiny and it's done real nice
'Til I squirm with ecstasy!

Punky, Punky, give me your lips
To die on . .

Oh, Punky, isn't it romantic?

Punky, Punky, give me your whips
To die on . . . I promise not to come in your mouth
Punky, Punky, your album's the sh*ts
It's all wrong . . . but listen, this is no laughing matter

I ain't really queer
But if he ever got near
Steven Tyler would PAY to see!
Pay to see

Punky's whips, Punky's whips
His hair's so shiny, I love his hips
I love his teeth, 'n his gums 'n such . .
PUNKY
(What's up, skin drummer?)
You're an ANGEL . .
You're too much