Page type: lyric reference
Artist: Frank Zappa
Canonical path: /frank-zappa/lonesome-cowboy-burt
Related lyric paths: 6
Video embedded: yes
Lyric guide
Lonesome Cowboy Burt
Read Lonesome Cowboy Burt lyrics by Frank Zappa on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
person
Curated by Ethan Walker
LyroVerse team
Reference snapshot
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
Lyrics
Lonesome Cowboy Burt
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
My name is Burtram
I am a redneck
All my friends,
They call me Burt
(Hi, Burt!)
All my family from down in Texas
Make their live diggin' dirt
Come out here to Californy
Just to find me some pretty girls
The ones I seen gets me so horny
Ruby lips and teeth like pearls
Wanna love 'em all
Wanna love 'em dearly
Wanna pretty girl
I'll even pay
I'll buy 'em furs
I'll buy 'em jewelry
I know they like me
Here's what I say
I'm lonesome cowboy Burt
(Speakin' atcha!)
Come smell my fringey shirt
(Reekin' atcha!)
My cowboy pants
My cowboy dance
My bold advance
On this here waitress
He's lonesome cowboy Burt
Don't you get his feelings hurt
Come on in this place
And I'll buy you a taste
You can sit on my face
Where's my waitress?
Burtram
Burtram redneck
Burtram
Burtram redneck
I'm an awful nice guy
Sweat all day in the sun
Roofer by trade
Quite a bundle I've made
I'm a unionized roofin' old Son-of-a-gun
He's a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun
When I get off, I get plastered
Drink till I fall onna floor
Find me some Communist bastard
'N stomp on his face till he don't move no more
He stomps on his face till he don't move no more
I fuss an' I cuss an' I keep on drinkin'
Till my eyes puff up an' turn red
I drool on my shirt
I see if he's hurt
Kick him again in the head, yes!
Kick him again in the head, boys!
Kick him again in the head, now!
Kick him again in the head!
Lonesome cowboy Burt
(Speakin' atcha!)
Come smell my fringey shirt
(Reekin' atcha!)
My cowboy pants
My cowboy dance
My bold advance
On this here waitress
He's lonesome cowboy Burt
Ah don't you get his feelings hurt
Come on in this place
And I'll buy you a taste
And you can sit on my face
Where's my waitress
Opal, you hot little bitch!
Quick answers
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "Lonesome Cowboy Burt"?
Frank Zappa performs "Lonesome Cowboy Burt", and this lyric page sits inside the Frank Zappa catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "Lonesome Cowboy Burt"?
Yes. The related section below points to Dong Work For Yuda and St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by Frank Zappa?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Frank Zappa's lyric pages.
Song Room
Open Song Room
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
Listener comments
What people are saying
No listener comments on Lonesome Cowboy Burt yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.