Master, master, this is recorded through a fly's ear
And you have to have a fly's eye to see it
It's the thing that's gonna make Captain Beefheart
And his magic band fat
Frank, it's the big hit
It's the blimp, it's the blimp, Frank, it's the blimp
When I see you floatin' down the gutter, I'll give you a bottle of wine
Put me on the white hook back in the fat rack, Shad-rach-ee-shack
The somethin' hoop, the somethin' hoop, the blimp, the blimp
The drazy hoops, the drazy hoops
They're camp, they're camp, tits, tits, the blimp, the blimp
The mothership, the mothership
The brothers hid under their hood
From the blimp, the blimp
Children, stop your nursin' unless you're renderin' fun
The mothership, the mothership's the one
The blimp, the blimp
The tape's, a trip, it's a trailin' tail
It's traipsin' along behind the blimp, the blimp
The nose has a crimp
The nose is the blimp, the blimp
It blows the air, the snoot isn't fair
Look up in the sky, there's a dirigible there
The drazy hoops whir
You can see them just as they were, all the people stir
And the girls' knees trembles
And run and wave their hands
And run their hands over the blimp, the blimp
Daughter, don't you dare
Oh, momma, who cares?
It's the blimp, it's the blimp

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Don Van Vliet