the sound: Frank Zappa – Dinah Moe Humm, Frank Zappa – I’m the Slime, Frank Zappa – Be-Bop Tango, Frank Zappa – Cosmic Debris, Frank Zappa – Whipping Post, Frank Zappa – What Kind of Girl, Frank Zappa – Titties and Beer, Frank Zappa – Montana
I sat in the garage for a while, listening to the music and then got up and headed out the door to the fire. People had been eating goat on and off but I’d pretty much decided that I wasn’t gonna go there…and made do with some cheese and a bun offa the table.
I sat in a chair by the fire just watching and listening to the bits of conversation I could hear and surreptitiously watched the interaction between Grey, Robert, BarnYard and Rosie.
Watching them for a while made me realize what I hadn’t seen before…they were family…and had been for a long time…their mannerism and speech patterns where the same and all three of them were quick to laugh and quick to anger.
“I might be movin’ to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of Dental Floss
Raisin’ it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown
By myself I wouldn’t
Have no boss,
But I’d be raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I’d leave the sweet stuff
For somebody else…but then, on the other hand
I’d Keep the wax N’ melt it down
Pluck some Floss N’ swish it aroun’
I’d have me a crop
An’ it’d be on top
(that’s why I’M movin’ to Montana)
Movin’ to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon
(yes I am)
Movin’ to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
I’m pluckin’ the ol’ Dennil Floss
That’s growin’ on the prairie
Pluckin’ the floss!
I plucked all day an’ all nite an’ all
Afternoon…I’m ridin’ a small tiny hoss
(His name is MIGHTY LITTLE)
He’s a good hoss
Even though
He’s a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He’s a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way I’m pluckin’ the ol’ Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don’t care if you think it’s silly, folks
I don’t care if you think it’s silly, folks
I’m gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
An’ ride him all along the border line
With a Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
By myself I wouldn’t
Have no boss
But I’d be raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Well I might Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin’In the moon-lighty night
And then I’d
Get a cuppa cawfee
N’ give my foot a push…
Just me ‘n the pymgy pony
Over the Dennil Floss Bush
N’ then I might just
Jumb back on
An’ ride Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
Movin’ to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
that’s why I’m moving to Montana soon