derivation

Becleker Nicht Mein Zofa!

Fich Mich, Du Miserable Horensohn!

Magiches Swein!

The answer lies below.

Stick It Out Lyrics (Frank Zappa)

Joe leaves the first church of appliantology and sets out to try
L. Ron Hubbards expensive advice...

Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer... joe has just learned to speak
german now, get this, here's why he did it! he's gonna go to
this club on the other side of town, it's called the closet...
and they've
got these appliances in there that really go for a guy dressed up
like a housewife who can speak german (you know what I mean)...
So joe's learned how to speak german, he goes into this place
and
he sees these little kitchen machineries dancing around with each
other, and he sees this one...that looks like ah, it's a cross
between an industrial vacuum cleaner and a chrome piggy bank
with marital
Aids stuck all over it's body...it's really exciting...and when
he sees it, he bursts into song...

Joe:
Fick mich, du
Miserabler hurensohn
Du miserabler hurensohn
Fick mich, du
Miserabler hurensohn
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen
Heissen gelockten
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen
Heissen gelockten
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen
Heissen gelockten
Schwanz
Ah-ee-ahee-ahhhhh!
Mach es sehr schnell
Rein und raus
Magisches schwein
Mach es sehr schnell
Rein und raus
Magisches schwein
Bis es spritzt, spritzt,
Spritzt, spritzt
Feuer!
Bis es spritzt, spritzt,
Spritzt, spritzt
Feuer!
Aber beklecker nicht
Das sofa, sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht
Das sofa, sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht
Das sofa, sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht
Das sofa, sofa!

Stunned by joe's command of it's native tongue, a gleaming model
xqj-37 nuclear powered pan-sexual roto-plooker named sy borg
(previously thought to be the son of the lady who called the
police
on song number two, side I), spindles over to joe and says...

Sy borg:
Pick me...i'm clean...
I am also programmed
For conversational
English.

This stuns joe, who stands there speechless for a moment.
smitten by joe's animal magnetism, sy continues...

Sy borg:
May I have
This dance?

And joe, looking sharp in his housewife costume with the napkin on his head and the yellow chiffon apron, responds boldly by
repeating the entreaty originally delivered in deutsch in it's
conventional english form, so that his intentions regarding the appliance will be made perfectly clear...

Joe:
I've got a better idea...

Fuck me, you ugly son
Of a bitch
You ugly son of a bitch
Fuck me, you ugly son
Of a bitch
Stick it out
Stick out yer
Hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer
Hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer
Hot curly weenie
Weenie...weenie,
Weenie, weenie!

Make it go fast
In and out,
(in and out)
Magical pig

Make it go fast
In and out,
(in and out)
Magical pig

Till it squirts, squirts,
Squirts, squirts
Fire

Till it squirts, squirts,
Squirts, squirts
Fire

Don't get no jizz
Upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz
Upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz
Upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz
Upon that sofa, sofa

Whereupon, in order to
Prove to joe that he is
No ordinary appliance, sy
Quotes a few lines of
Traditional american love
Poetry...

Sy borg:
What's a girl like you
Doing in a place
Like this?
Do you come
Here often?
Wait a minute...
I've got it...
You're an italian...
What? you're jewish?
Love your nails...
You must be a libra...
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?

See the chrome
Feel the chrome
Touch the chrome
Heal the chrome
See the screaming
Hot black steaming
Iridescent naugahyde
Python screaming
Steam roller!




Edited to add:

NOMEANSNO LYRICS

"Some Bodies"

I like some bodies.
I hate some bodies.
With some bodies I know I could go either way.
I'd like to have somebody some way.
I've seen them moving, I've seen the breathing,
And all of the things that my body can do.
Because I'm a body, I wan't a body, too.

Somebody like you, or you.
Give me the muscle.
Give me the bone.
Give me your mind.
Give me your soul.
Give me the blood.
Give me the flesh.
And give me the rest.
C'mon, give me the rest.
Give me all the rest.
Somebody warned me,
"when you get a body you get it all."
Another body warned me,
"when you get a body you get everything."
"Cause when you get a body you get some nice things,
but you get some things that aren't so nice at all, no!"
But that's allright by me, I just want some body.
Some body that will touch me.
Touch my body.
Some body i can touch. I want to touch your body.
After one body what could come?
There's so many styles, so many to choose from.
I'll hunt the streets, try to select.
I could become a body collector.
Some bodies! Some bodies!
Some bodies, I hate 'em.
Some bodies, i love 'em.
Just give me somebody.
Anybody won't do.
I need somebody, somebody like you.
I'm doing nothing wrong.
I just want to feel. I just want to feel.
I just need to feel.
Can you help me feel?