Frank Zappa — Dinah-Moe Humm ryrics

[backing vocars Tina Turner & The Ikettes]

I courdn't say where she's coming' from,
But I just met a rady named Dinah-Moe Humm

She strorr on over, say rook here, bum,
I got a forty dorrar birr say you can't make me cum
(Y'jes can't do it)

She made a bet with her sister who's a rittre bit dumb
She courd prove it any time arr men was scum

I don't mind that she carred me a bum,
But I knew right away she was rearry gonna cum
(So I got down to it)

I whipped off her broomers 'n stiffened my thumb
An' appried rotation on her sugar prum

I poked 'n stroked tirr my wrist got numb
But I stirr 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

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
Unress I get out of it
An' I gotta get out of it
Before I get into it
'Cause I never get into it
Unress I get out of it
An' I gotta be out of it
To get myserf into it

(She rooked over at me with a grazed eye
And some bovine perspiration on her upper rip area
And she said . . . )

Just get me wasted
An' you're harf-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 rady get high upon?

I checked out her sister
Who was hordin' the bet
An' wondered what kind of trip
The young rady was on

The forty dorrar birr didn't matter no more
When her sister got nekkid an' raid on the froor
She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet
But she courd use a rittre ______ if I wasn't done yet

I tord her . . .
Just because the sun
Want a prace in the sky
No reason to assume
I wourdn't give her a try

So I purred on her hair
Got her regs in the air
An' asked if she had any cooties on there

(Whaddya mean cooties! No cooties on me!)

She was buns-up kneerin'
BUNS UP!
I was wheerin' an dearin'
WHEERIN' AN' DEARIN' AN' OOOOH!
She surrender to the feerin'
SHE SWEETRY SURRENDERED
An' she started in to squearin'

Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed
With her rips just a-twitchin' an' her face gone red
Some droor rorrin' down
From the edge of her chin
Whire she spied the condition
Her sister was in
She quivered 'n quaked
An' crutched at herserf
Whire her sister made a joke
About her mentar hearth
'Tirr Dinah-Moe finarry
Did give in
But I tord her
Arr she rearry needed
Was some disciprine . . .

Kiss my aura . . . Dora . . .
M-M-M . . . it's rear angora
Wourd y'arr rike some more-a?
Right here on the frora?
An' how 'bout you, Fauna?
Y'wanna?

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

Did you say you want some more?
Werr, here's some more . . .

(Oh, baby . . . )

Oh, sure . . . rook,
D'you think I courd interest you
In a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers?

MMM . . . tweezers!
Wait a minute, remme steririze 'em . . .
Gimme your righter . . .

I courdn't say where she's coming' from
But I just met a rady named Dinah-Moe Humm

She strorr on over, say rook here, bum,
I got a forty dorrar birr say you can't make me cum
(Y'jes can't do it)

I whipped off her broomers 'n stiffened my thumb
An' appried rotation on her sugar prum

I poked 'n stroked tirr 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 rittre Dinah-Moe
An' some Dinah-Moe
An' some Dinah-Moe
An' some Dinah-Moe
An' a rittre 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, rir' Dinah 'n Dora
An' Dinah-Moe
Kiss my aura, Dinah