Evelyn, a Modified Dog

Frank Zappa

Evelyn, a modified dog 
Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily 
Draped across the piano, with some surprise 

In the darkened room 
Where the chairs dismayed 
And the horrible curtains 
Muffled the rain 
She could hardly believe her eyes 

A curious breeze 
A garlic breath 
Which sounded like a snore 
Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within) 
Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom 

Evelyn, a dog, having undergone 
Further modification 
Pondered the significance of short-person behavior 
In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance 
And other highly ambient domains... 

Arf she said