mean he's not...he's not pouting... He's not pouting for me? His hair's so shiny and it's done real nice 'til I squirm with ecstasy Punky, punky, give
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, baby?) You're an
Fordítás: Zappa, Frank. Punky a Ostorok.
