The Mothers (Frank Zappa) - The Air lyrics

The air escaping from your mouth The hair escaping from your nose My heart escaping from the scraping And the shaping of the draping I'm awaking in a T-shirt In a Chevy at the beach And I'm freezing and I'm wheezing And I know you were only teasing I hit you then I beat you Then I told you that I love you In my car in a jar In my car in a jar The air escaping from your pits The hair escaping from my teeth My hands are gripping but they're slipping And they're dripping 'cause I'm tripping I got busted (wasted) Coming through customs (I'm so wasted) With a suitcase (wasted) Full of tapes (I'm so wasted) It was special Tape recording And they grabbed me While I was boarding Yes, they grabbed me then they beat me Then they told me they don't like me And I crashed in my Nash We can crash in my Nash We can crash in my Nash We can crash in my Nash We can crash in my Nash