Текст: Frank Zappa. Thing-Fish. That Evil Prince.

Rhonda that evil prince
He certainly does have a way about him
At least he didn't piss on my fox
And he has real Broadway stars
For personal acquaintances

They're all dead, dear, zombies, I believe
The walking dead
Jack Palance did a show on them once

Oh my God, look at what he's doing
With that stuff from inside the pig
Yuck! It's disgusting
Are you sure this guy is a prince?

He's an evil prince, dear and part-time theater critic
They don't make a heck of a lot of money, y'know
We should probably feel sorry for him
You have to admit, those are some of the least expensive cuts of pork

Don't you white folks know nothing?
That cock-sucker not only mean and dangerous
He ignint in regards to the preparation of food-stuffs
Even in San Quentim I never seen nobody eat a raw chitlin

That motherfucker be crazy
And when that garbage make it's way through the digestium process
You best be hoping you on your way outta hear
Next item the boy be inventing
Come under the heading of industrial pollution

Just what are these chitlins?

That there, it perhaps the question most frequently posed
By members of yo species
I'll just get the mammy's hep me relucidate this baffling concept
With another thrilling number