Frank Zappa /


Don't tell me no, Babbette (I mean, Duke)
Don't you tear my dream
Don't you break my heart
Darling, we could share a love so fine
Please, doggy
Won't you be mine (Hi-aye-hi... yah!)

Don't tell me no, Babbette
Can't you see that I
Don't wanna make you cry
You're the only one like this before
Please, Babbette, it's you I adore!
(You I a-do-ore!)

Oh-oh! Oh-ow...
Oh, how I want you
I really really want you
I need your love to guide my way
Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, how I need you
I really really need you
Don't try to bark
And I'll take you to the park
Arf, Arf, Arf!

No, Babbette
Don't you tear my dream
Don't you break my heart
Oh, ah ah!
(We could share a love)
(We could share a love)
(We could share a love)
(We could share a love)
I know I had to go on a tour with Zappa
That's what Marty said, he said: But Babbette,
Well, y'know, when I need a little bit of your lovin', Babbette
I brought along a whistle around my neck
So I could call ya, Babbette
I said, Whaaa-aaaah-ooooh!
Could nobody hear that whistle but Babbette.
Oh, it's a strange dog whistle
The only dogs that answer are Great Danes,
German Shepherds, Doberman pinschers, all Marty's women

You know I said, no, no, no, Babbette.
Share my love
Don't make me cry-y
(Don't let me cry)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, Babbette
Share my love
Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me cry
Oh-ooh-ow-ow-ow well... arf, arf, arf, arf, arf
Please... (it's what Marty say to all his dogs)
(Marty, there's a phone call for you.)