*Dirty Love*, by Frank Zappa.

Frank Zappa..., the sound of his name is enough to conjure extravaganza in your ears. Excess, paranoia, and freak out. Some 16 albums in his oeuvre, you come to “Dirty Love,” a song that gets your attention instantly by the music and, then, the lyrics.

Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams.

Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams.

I donʼt need your sweet devotion
And I donʼt want your cheap emotion
Whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love.

Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy's bottom drawer.

Give me
Your dirty love
I donʼt believe youʼve never seen
His book before.

I donʼt need no consolation
I donʼt want your reservation
I only got one destination
And thatʼs your dirty love.

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do.

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew.

Iʼll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
Iʼll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love.

THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)

As one reads in Electric Don Quixote: The Definitive Story of Frank Zappa, by Neil Slaven, the lyrics are about a man telling a girl to give him a blowjob, just like her mother makes her poodle do her too:

‘Dirty Love’ was less graphic but how explicit do you need to be when you write a song about a woman receiving oral gratification from a poodle? Frank kept a straight face when he explained, “Poodles serve as a convenient mechanism for conveying certain philosophical ideas that might otherwise be more difficult.” When did bestiality become a philosophy?

When itʼs Zappa time at home.