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                          | Duration: | 7:15 |  
                          | Release Date: | 1973  (Tim P. Ryan) |  
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			| I couldn't say where she's comin' 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 ***
 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 ***
 So I got down to 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
 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
 
 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'
 (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 floor-a?
 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 ***
 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  (Stavro Arrgolus)
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