Yes indeed, here we are!
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen
An' widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why, she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused a sausage pattie
And said why don't you treat me mean?
(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!)
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Hah! Good God! Get off the bus!)
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen

Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Ooh, wah


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St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast Lyrics as written by Frank Zappa

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    its not a keyboard, motherfucker..its a vibraphone. or a marimba. take you're pick.

    TransparentSunChildon December 19, 2005   Link

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