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Magdalena - Live At Pauley Pavilion, UCLA, Los Angeles / 1971
Hey! Ha! Ooh!
There was a man, a little ole man
Who lived in Montreal with a wife and a kid
And a car and a house and a teenage daughter
With a see-thru blouse who loved to grunt and ball—
And her name was Magdalena
Magdalena...
The little ole man came home one night to his house in Montreal.
He caught his daughter In the blouse by the light And he said to himself,
'She looks all right!' And he reached for a tit And grabbed it tight
And threw her up Against the wall
(BLUE CROSS!)
Magdalena...
My daughter dear, do not be concerned
When your Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear, do not be concerned
When your Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard, don't you understand
Making maple syrup for the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?
The little ole man with the grubby little hand who lived in Montreal
Was drooling a bit as he reached for her tit and he said to himself,
'This is gonna be it!' But the girl turned around and said, 'Go eat shit!'
And ran on down the hall.
Right on, Magdalena!
My daughter dear, do not be concerned
When your Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear, do not be concerned
When your Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard, don't you understand
Making maple syrup for the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?
(Tell 'em!)
Magdalena, don't you tease me like this
Right in the hallway with your blouse and your tits
If your mommy ever finds us like this
She'll call a lawyer, oh how mom will be pissed
Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena,
Daughter of the smog-filled winds of Los Angeles,
I'd like to take you in the closet and take off your
little clothes until you are virtually stark raving nude,
Spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body and take
you down to Hollywood Boulevard and we can,
We can walk down the streets by the stars that say
Jon Provost and Leo G. Carroll together, baby.
We can go dancing up at the Cinegrill
Can't you see it, Frank Parnell and us, until dark,
Don't you understand, my baby?
I didn't mean, I didn't need, I mean, it was so hard for me, I just...
I saw you standing under the Shell pest strip late last night,
In the light, with your little nipples protruding through your
little see-thru thingie, and I just said, 'My god,
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My god, I gave my sperm to this thing!' And now I just,
Oh, you got me so hard, I just,
I don't know what to do, Magdalena, don't you understand?
So I grabbed you, but,
But don't hold it against me, I mean,
Your mom will never know, baby, and I wantcha to come back to me,
I mean, do you understand me? I want you to...
I'm down on my knees to ya, Magdalena! I wantcha ta walk back to me, baby,
I wantcha to turn around by the Sparkletts machine.
That's it! That's it!
In the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon Jesus picture on the wall,
And I want you to step, baby,
I want you to walk back in your five inch
spike heels that you got at Frederick's,
Same time you and your mommy got that
crotchless underwear last year for Christmas,
And I want you to stroll back to me, baby
Walk back, baby, don'tcha understand me, baby?
I want you to walk back
I'm down on bended knees, baby
I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I wanna take off your little training bra
Don't you understand me?
I'm gonna take off you little maroon hot pants
I'm gonna get down on my knees, baby,
dont'cha understand what I'm saying to you?
Your mom will never know, she's playing bridge with the girls,
And you and I...
You and I go sucking som'thing, baby,
It's just you and I, don'tcha understand?
We can make love all night long,
Nobody will ever know,
Come on, Magdalena!
Please, little girl,
Walk back to your daddy,
What did I do that was so wrong?
My God, I was only following the sexual impulse like I heard
on the Johnny Carson Show from a book that some guy wrote,
I didn't know what I was doing
I got carried away
What can I say like, like...
Walk back, baby,
Come on,
Oh, please, you gotta walk back, baby, walk back,
Walk back to your daddy!
Come on, Magdalena, to your daddy, baby, you gotta walk back, baby, walk back,
Walk back, baby, walk back,
Your mom will never know,
Your mom will never know,
Walk back, baby, walk back,
Walk back, baby, walk back,
Magdalena, come back,
Come back to you daddy,
Walk back, baby,
Walk back, baby,
Walk,
Walk,
Walk,
Walk,
WALK!
Walk to your daddy,
Come on down, stroll it around of me,
I'm down on my knees, don't you understand?
Your mom will never know,
I told you so...
(I love you, Magdalena!)
You know what...
I said...
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