Any Kind Of Pain
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa



You are the girl
Somebody invented
In a grim little office
On Madison ave.

They were specific
They made you terrific
Red lips
Blue eyes
Blonde hair
Un-wise 
You're all-American
And, darling, they said so

You'd take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn't you, baby?
You'd take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn't you, baby?
Since you haven't got a brain
Let me just explain
Any kind of pain
Is never a maybe

Her head's full of bubbles
Her nose is petite!
She looks like she never
Gets nothin' to eat!

She dines with actors
'n wall street characters
Dull talk
Nice clothes 
See her?
She blows
She's so important
'cause he gets to do talk shows 

And she'd take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn't you, bobby?
She'd take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn't you, bobby?
Since you haven't got a name
Let me just explain
Any kind of pain
Is probably her hobby

She has moves up now
She's come a long way 
They give her bunches
Of words she can say!

When she's in a bold mood
'confinement loaf' sounds good 
That's right
She's wrong!
Let's end
Her song

(it seems she's everywhere
We just can't escape her 
Is this a miracle of pure evolution?
And all the yuppie boys, they dream they will rape her 
She brings the 80's
To a thrilling conclusion!)

Yes, she's every bit as tame as me
Isn't she tender?
Yes, she's every bit as lame as me
Let us remember
She gets only half the blame
Only half the blame
Only half the blame
Unless we extend her