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Frank Zappa

Genres: Rock

Dinah-moe Humm (live At The Palladium, Nyc / 10-31-77) Lyrics - Frank Zappa

I couldn't say where she's coming' from, 

But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm 

 

She stroll on over, say look here, bum, 

I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum 

(Y'jes can't do it) 

 

She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb 

She could prove it any time all men was scum 

 

I 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) 

 

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I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb 

An' applied rotation on her sugar plum 

 

I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb 

But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm, 

Dinah-Moe Humm 

 

Dinah-Moe Humm 

Dinah-Moe Humm 

Where's this Dinah-Moe 

Comin' from 

I done spent three hours 

An' I ain't got a crumb 

From the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe 

From the Dinah-Moe Humm 

 

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Got a spot that gets me hot, ow! 

An' you ain't been to it 

(No no no no!) 

Got a spot that gets me hot, ow! 

An' you ain't been to it 

(No no no!) 

Got a spot that gets me hot 

But you ain't been to it 

(No no no no no!) 

Got a spot that gets me hot 

But you ain't been to it 

'Cause I can't get into it 

Unless I get out of it 

An' I gotta get out of it 

Before I get into it 

'Cause I never get into it 

Unless I get out of it 

An' I gotta be out of it 

To get myself into it 

 

(She looked over at me with a glazed eye 

And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area 

And she said . . .) 

 

Just get me wasted 

An' you're half-way there 

'Cause if my mind's tore up, 

Then my body don't care 

 

I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin 

An' said my-my-my 

What sort of thing 

Might this lady get high upon? 

 

I checked out her sister 

Who was holdin' the bet 

An' wondered what kind of trip 

The young lady was on 

 

The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more 

When her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floor 

She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet 

But she could use a little if I wasn't done yet 

 

I told her . . . 

Just because the sun 

Want a place in the sky 

No reason to assume 

I wouldn't give her a try 

 

So I pulled on her hair 

Got her legs in the air 

An' asked if she had any cooties on 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 SURRENDERED 

An' she started in to squealin' 

 

Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed 

With her lips just a-twitchin' an' her face gone red 

Some drool rollin' down 

From the edge of her chin 

While she spied the condition 

Her sister was in 

She quivered 'n quaked 

An' clutched at herself 

While her sister made a joke 

About her mental health 

'Till Dinah-Moe finally 

Did give in 

But I told her 

All she really needed 

Was some discipline . . . 

 

Kiss my aura . . . Dora . . . 

M-M-M . . . it's real angora 

Would y'all like some more-a? 

Right here on the flora? 

An' how 'bout you, Fauna? 

Y'wanna? 

 

MMM . . . sound like you're chokin' on somethin' 

 

Did you say you want some more? 

Well, here's some more . . . 

 

(Oh, baby . . .) 

 

Oh, sure . . . look, 

D'you think I could interest you 

In a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers? 

 

MMM . . . tweezers! 

Wait a minute, lemme sterilize 'em . . . 

Gimme your lighter . . . 

 

I couldn't say where she's coming' from 

But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm 

 

She stroll on over, say look here, bum, 

I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum 

(Y'jes can't do it) 

 

I whipped off her bloomers 'n stiffened my thumb 

An' applied rotation on her sugar plum 

 

I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb 

An' you know I heard some Dinah-Moe Humm 

Some Dinah-Moe Humm 

Dinah-Moe Humm 

Dinah-Moe Humm 

Dinah-Moe 

Dinah-Moe 

Some Dinah-Moe 

An' a little Dinah-Moe 

An' some Dinah-Moe 

An' some Dinah-Moe 

An' some Dinah-Moe 

An' a little Dinah-Moe 

An' some Dinah-Moe 

An' some Dinah-Moe 

An' some Dinah-Moe 

An' a Dinah-Moe again 

An' Dinah-Moe 

An' Dora too, lil' Dinah 'n Dora 

An' Dinah-Moe 

Kiss my aura, Dinah 

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