Captain Beefheart Man With The Woman Head Lyrics

Man With The Woman Head Lyrics

The man with the woman head  
Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out,  
a mixture of Oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter,  
forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis.  
Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile.  
The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand.  
Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes,  
map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint.  
He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth,  
stained from too much opium, chipped from the years.  
The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers.  
A piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue  
and knotted into thin white strings.  
Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped and tucked into a lotus green ascot.  
A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow dacs.  
Four slender bones with rings and nails  
endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder.  
I could just make out Ace as he carried the tray and mouthed,  
"You cheap son of a bit*h"  
as a straw fell out of a Coke, cartwheeled into the gutter.  
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood,  
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood,  
So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood.