Jones Crusher - Frank Zappa

My baby’s got

Jones crushin' love

Jones crushin' love

Jones crushin' love

Well my baby’s got

Jones crushin' love

Jones crushin' love

Jones crushin' love

She don’t merely fit like a glove

That little girl’s got the jones

That little girl’s got the jones

That little girl’s got the jones

She’s tryin' to

Grind up my jones

Grind up my jones

Grind up my jones

Well, she’s tryin' to

Grind up my jones

Grind up my jones

Grind up my jones

She don’t never wanna leave it alone

She can push;

she can shove

Till it’s just a nub

She can push;

she can shove

Till it’s just a nub

Just a nub

Just a nub

Here she comes

With her red dress on

Steam shoots out

From the sprinklers on the lawn

The eyes be rollin'

On the concrete fawn

The wind can’t blow

Cause the sky is gone

The wind can’t blow

Cause the sky is gone

The wind can’t blow

Cause the sky is gone

Jones crusher, jones crusher

Deadly jaws, better get the gauze

She’s a jones crusher, jones crusher

Deadly jaws, better get the gauze

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