FRANK ZAPPA - Dinah Moe Humm Lyrics

Terry bozzio (drums)Roy estrada (vocals, bass)Adrian belew (guitar)Ed mann (percussion)Patrick o'hearn (bass)Tommy mars (keyboards)Peter wolf (keyboards)One two three fourI couldn't say where she's comin' from,But I just met a lady named dinah-moe hummShe stroll on over, say look here, bum,I got a forty dollar bill says you can't make me cumNo way!(y'jes can't do it)She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumbShe could prove it any time all men was scumI don't 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 bloomers'n stiffened my thumbAn' applied rotation on her sugar plumI poked'n stroked till my wrist got numbBut I still didn't hear no dinah-moe humm,Dinah-moe hummDinah-moe hummDinah-moe hummWhere's this dinah-moeComin' fromI just spent three hoursAn' I ain't got a crumbFrom the dinah-moe, dinah-moe, dinah-moeFrom the dinah-moe hummI got a spot that gets me hotBut you ain't been to itI got a spot that gets me hotBut you ain't been to itI got a spot that gets me hotBut you ain't been to itI got a spot that gets me hotBut you ain't been to itAnd I can't get into itUnless I get out of itAn' I gotta be out of itTo get myself into it'cause I can't get into itUnless I get out of itAn' I gotta be out of itBefore I get into it(she looked over at me with a glazed eyeAnd some bovine perspiration on her upper lip areaAnd she said...)And here's what she said:Just get me wastedAn' you're half-way there'cause if my mind's tore up,Well, then my body don't careI rubbed my chinny-chin-chinAn' said my-my-myWhat sort of thingMight this lady get high upon? The forty dollar bill didn't matter no moreWhen her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floorShe said dinah-moe might win the betBut she could use a little (ow!) if I wasn't done yetI told her...Just because the sunWant a place in the skyNo reason to assumeI wouldn't give her a trySo I pulled on her hairGot her legs in the airAn' asked her if she had any cooties in there(whaddya mean cooties! no cooties on me!)She was buns-up kneelin'Buns up!I was wheelin' an' dealin'Wheelin' an' dealin' an ooooh!She surrender to the feelin'She sweetly surrenderedAn' she started in to squealin'Dinah-moe watched from the edge of the bedWith her lips just 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 herselfHer sister made a jokeAbout her mental healthUntil dinah-moe finallyDid give inBut I told herAll she really neededWas some discipline...I said:Kiss my aura...dora...That's right!You know why? Because obviously it was real angoraAnd then I said:Would you all like some more-a? Right here on the flora? An' how 'bout you, fauna? Do you wanna? ...frank, frank...up on stage...up on stage, frank...Alright...Take me up man, I want...Take you up? Yeah!Sure!Wait a minute, now that you're up on stage,What's your name? Brian revieraAre you having a ok halloween brian? I'm having an excellent time...Sing for greenwich man, greenwich, connecticut ...Alright now, I'll tell you what...Brian, do you know the words to this song? Well, in a way, in a way...Ok, here's...brian, this is your golden opportunity:This is the frank zappa performer-like contestNow here's what you're going to do:We're gonna play this song againAnd you're gonna pretend you're me.And you pretend to sing the songAnd dance all across the stageAnd get these people a very good halloween show, would you? Right! yeah! yeah!Ok, ready? Work! work!I couldn't say where she's comin' from,But I just met a lady named dinah-moe hummGood!She stroll on over, say look here, bum,I got a forty dollar bill says you can't make me cum(y'jes can't do it)She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumbShe could prove it any time all men was scumI don't 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 bloomers'n stiffened my thumbAn' applied rotation on her sugar plumI poked'n stroked till my wrist got numbAn' you know I heard some dinah-moe humm,Dinah-moe hummDinah-moeDinah-moeDinah-moeA little dinah-moeA little dinah-moeA little dinah-moe againLittle dinah-moeA little dinah-moe againLittle dinah-moeA little dinah-moe againLittle dinah-moe ... hey! how come you guys aren't singing? Wait a minute, wait a minute...Dinah-moeDinah-moeDinah-moe...That's right!Dinah-moeDinah-moeDinah-moe...Give me that hat!Dinah-moeAlright!Alright, alrightWhat? san ber'dino? No, no, not yet...I'll tell you whatBoy is this thing hard to hold on your head!Let's do another song...here...(san ber'dino!)No no, we'll do that later...Hey thanks man,You do a pretty good imitation of me...Nice fingernail polish!Really good! really good! I like that...It's great...look at...show the camera,Show the camera your fingernails,Very good...thanks
 

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