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FZ: Couldn't say where she's comin' from, But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm Stroll on over, said Look here, bum, I got a forty dollar bill says You can't make me come. No way! You just 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 come So I got down to it Whipped off her bloomers and stiffened my thumb And applied rotation on her sugar plum I poked & stroked till my wrist got numb Still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm FZ & Band: Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm Where's this Dinah-Moe Comin' from I done spent three hours And I ain't got a crumb From the Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe From the Dinah-Moe Humm Letras de cancionesFZ: Got a spot that gets me hot FZ & Band: But you ain't been to it FZ: Got a spot that gets me hot FZ & Band: You ain't been to it Got a spot that gets me hot You ain't been to it Got a spot that gets me hot You ain't been to it And I can't get into it unless I get out of it And I gotta be out of it before I get into it And I can't get into it unless I get out of it And I gotta be out of it before I get into it FZ: She looked over at me with a glazed eye And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area And she said, And I quote: Just get Audient: Me wasted And you're half-way there 'Cause if my mind's tore up Then my body don't care FZ: I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin and said My-my-my! What sort of thing Might this lady get high upon? The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more When her sister got nekkid and laid on the floor She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet But she could use a little Band: OW! FZ: If I wasn't done yet I told her: FZ & Band: Just because the sun Want a place in the sky No reason to assume I wouldn't give her a try FZ: So I pulled on her hair Got her legs in the air And asked her if she had any cooties in there Audients & Band: WHADDYA MEAN, COOTIES! NO COOTIES ON ME! FZ: She was buns-up kneelin' Band: BUNS UP! FZ: I was wheelin' and dealin' Band: Wheelin' and dealin' and OOOOOH! FZ: She surrendered to the feelin' Band: She sweetly surrendered FZ: She started in to squealin' Audient: wooooo (straight up)! FZ: Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed With her lips just twitchin' an' her face gone red Some drool rollin' down from the edge of her chin While she saw the condition her sister was in She quivered and quaked and clutched at herself Her sister made a joke about her mental health until Dinah-Moe finally did give in. But I told her All she really needed was some discipline! So I said, Very succinctly, I said: Kiss my aura, Dora . Well, come on, you can do better than that, I mean, hey! And the reason I said that was because, you see, it's Real Angora Now. Would you all like some more-a? Right here on the floor-a? And how about you, Fauna? Do you wanna? Awright. Now we're going back to the beginning of the song. This time, clap your hands please And sing along with it if you know the words. Awright? Okay? One, two, three, four, You can dance if you want Couldn't say where she's comin' from, But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm She stroll on over, said Look here, bum, I got a forty dollar bill says You can't make me come. No way! You just 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 come So I got down to it I whipped off her bloomers and stiffened my thumb And applied rotation on her sugar plum I poked & stroked till my wrist got numb And you know I heard some Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe The dynamic Butch from Tinsel Town Rebellion: Dinah-Moe! FZ: Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Awright, awright, awright, ahargh-a! Ok, this Thank you very much for assisting me with it. Awright. Now look. Th, that, that song has, uh transcended from the realm of the music Musical into the realm of folklore, you know. It's almost A ritualistic experience at this particular hall. Awright. The name of this song is Camarillo Brillo. One, two, three, four... From Letras Mania