For The Young Sophisticate - Frank Zappa

Baby baby why you cryin'

Feeling sorry what she said

Put down the rag, I told her then

Don’t wanna hear you cry again

Dear heart, dear heart

Tell me, tell me what’s the reason

Dear heart, dear heart

Tell me, tell me what’s the reason

You know she went to see the doctor

And then she read a magazine

Forget that book, I told her then

Don’t wanna hear about the book again

Dear heart, dear heart

Work out, Vinnie

Tell me, tell me what’s the reason

Dear heart, dear heart

I thought you were in love, Vinnie

Tell me, tell me what’s the reason

There was a picture on the story

That showed a young sophisticator

Who falls in love three pages later

With some aggressive agitator

And by and by he comes to hate her

Cause she don’t shave her underarms

And he can’t go for that

Cause he’s a young sophisticator

Baby baby why you cryin'

It made me wonder what she said

Forget that book I told her then

Don’t wanna hear 'bout the book again

Dear heart, dear heart

Tell me, tell me what’s the reason

Dear heart, dear heart

How you doin', Vinnie?

Tell me, tell me what’s the reason

Would you still love me if my hair grew

All down the side of my kimono

Well of course I would, it might be hip

If it did not cause you to trip

Dear heart, dear heart

Or radiate a bad aroma

Dear heart, dear heart

Or radiate a cheap aroma

Dear heart, dear heart

Or radia-iate, or radia-ia-ia-iate a Butzis aroma

Ha ha ha ha ha ha