Punky’s Whips [Live at the Palladium, NYC / 10-29-77 / Show 1]

Lyrics

[Spoken] In today's rapidly changing world, rock groups appear every fifteen minutes utilizing some new promotional device. Some of these devices have been known to leave irreparable scars on the minds of foolish you consumers. One such case is seated before you. Little skinny Terry "Ted" Bozzio, that cute little drummer! That's right! Terry recently fell in love with a publicity photo of a boy named Punky Meadows. (Oh, Punky!) Lead guitar player from a group called Angel. In the photograph, Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo. In a semi-profile which emphasized the pooched out succulence, of his insolent, pouting, rictus. The sight of which drove the helpless young drummer mad with desire! [Verse 1] I can't stand the way he pouts 'Cause he might not be pouting for me (Punky Meadows, pouting for you? Ha, you bet sailor. 'Cause I think the guy's gay) You mean, you 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 [Verse 2] Punky, Punky Give me your lips to die on Oh, Punky, isn't it romantic? [Verse 3] Punky, Punky Give me your lips to die on I promise not come in your mouth Punky, Punky Your album's the shits It's all wrong [Verse 4] I ain't really queer But if he ever got near Steven Tyler would pay to see, pay to see [Verse 5] Punky's lips, Punky's lips His hair's so shiny, I love his hips I love his teeth and his gums and such Punky (What is it?) You're an angel (Oh, nice..) You're too much [Bridge] The voice of my thoughts In my lonely teenage room (He's been having a rash) No shit (That keeps the girls away Skin doom) Skin doom? (Is what the doctors say) And that makes me wonder I wonder what Punky is rehearsing today I'll just go over and hear him play His hair is so pretty I'd like to bite his neck I've heard a rumor, he's more fluid than Jeff Beck [Chorus] But I ain't queer I ain't gay (He's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array A wrist array) That's all it is, I swear [Verse 6] Punk's lips, Punk's lips Oh, I love his hair while eatin' dunky chips Yeah, I love his blink And his blank-blank-blank Why, maybe he'd like to yank my crank! Yank it Punky Yank it faster Yank it harder Yank it all night long Come on Punky Get funky [Chorus] I ain't queer No, no, no, no I ain't gay No, no, no, no (He's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array A wrist array And then he told me now) I ain't queer (Hey) I ain't gay (Hey, hey) (He's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array A wrist array) [Verse 7] I, Lord, I'm fond of chiffon In a wrist array Oh, oh, oh, oh I, Lord, I swear I'm fond of chiffon In a wrist array Come on Punky Give me your lips Right on my penis tip Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee [Spoken] Patrick O'Hearn, Adrian Belew, Tommy Mars, Terry Bozzio, Peter Wolf, Ed Mann, and the audience! Thank you very much for comin' to the show, hope you enjoyed it. Good night!