Frank Zappa - Dinah-moe-hum Lyrics
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)Ralph humphrey (drums)Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals, vocals)Tom fowler (bass)Bruce fowler (trombone)George duke (keyboards, synthesizer)Ruth underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion)Ian underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone)Jean-luc ponty (violin, baritone violin)Kin vassy (vocals)I couldnt say where shes coming from,But I just met a lady named dinah-moe hummShe stroll on over, say look here, bum,I got a forty dollar bill say you cant make me cum(yjes cant do it)She made a bet with her sister whos a little dumbShe could prove it any time all men was scumI dont mind that she called me a bum,But I knew right away she was really gonna cum(so I got down to it)I whipped off her bloomersn stiffened my thumbAn applied rotation on her sugar plumI pokedn stroked till my wrist got numbBut I still didnt hear no dinah-moe humm,Dinah-moe hummDinah-moe hummDinah-moe hummWhere this dinah-moeComin fromDone spent three hoursAn I aint got a crumbFrom the dinah-moe, dinah-moe, dinah-moeFrom the dinah-moe hummI got a spot that gets me hotBut you aint been to itI got a spot that gets me hotBut you aint been to itI got a spot that gets me hotBut you aint been to itI got a spot that gets me hotBut you aint been to itcause I cant get into itUnless I get out of itAn I gotta get out of itBefore I get into itcause I never get into itUnless I get out of itAn I gotta be out of itTo get myself into it(she looked over at me with a glazed eyeAnd some bovine perspiration on her upper lip areaAnd she said...)Just get me wastedAn youre half-way therecause if my minds tore upThen my body dont careI rubbed my chinny-chin-chinAn said my-my-myWhat sort of thingMight this lady get high upon?I checked out her sisterWho was holdin the betAn wondered what kind of tripThe young lady was onThe forty dollar bill didnt matter no moreWhen her sister got nekkid an laid on the floorShe said dinah-moe might win the betBut she could use a little ------- if I wasnt done yetI told her...Just because the sunWant a place in the skyNo reason to assumeI wouldnt give her a trySo I pulled on her hairGot her legs in the airAn asked if she had any cooties on there(whaddya mean cooties! no cooties on me!)She was buns-up kneelinBuns up!I was wheelin an dealinWheelin an dealin an ooooh!She surrended to the feelinShe sweetly surrenderedAn she started in to squealinDinah-moe watched from the edge of the bedWith her lips just a-twitchin an her face gone redSome drool rollin downFrom the edge of her chinWhile she spied the conditionHer sister was inShe quivered n quakedAn clutched at herselfWhile her sister made a jokebout her mental healthtill dinah-moe finallyDid give inBut I told herAll she really neededWas some discipline...Kiss my aura...dora...M-m-m...its real angoraWould yall like some more-a?Right here on the flora?An how bout you, fauna?Ywanna?Mmm...sound like ymight be chokin on somethinDid you say you want some more?Well, heres some more...Mmm, sure...listenDyou think I could interest youIn a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers?Mmm...tweezers!Here, lemme sterilize em...Gimme your lighter...I couldnt say where shes coming from,But I just met a lady named dinah-moe hummShe stroll on over, say look here, bum,I got a forty dollar bill say you cant make me cum(yjes cant do it)I whipped off her bloomersn stiffened my thumbAn applied rotation on her sugar plumI pokedn stroked till my wrist got numbAn you know I heard some dinah-moe humm,Dinah-moe hummDinah-moeDinah-moeDinah-moeDinah-moe
