| Politically Correct it ain't; Frank Zappa lyrics | |
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| Peter | May 16 2006, 04:50 AM Post #1 |
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Not The Mama
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Dinah-Moe Humm 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 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) 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 this Dinah-Moe Comin' from Done spent three hours An' I ain't got a crumb From the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe From the Dinah-Moe Humm I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I 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 surrended 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 'Bout 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 y'might be chokin' on somethin' Did you say you want some more? Well, here's some more... MMM, sure...listen D'you think I could interest you In a pair of ****on-encrusted tweezers? MMM...tweezers! Here, 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, Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Why does it hurt when i pee? Why does it hurt when i pee? I don't want no doctor To stick no needle in me Why does it hurt when i pee? I got it from the toilet seat I got it from the toilet seat It jumped right up 'n' grabbed my meat Got it from the toilet seat My balls feel like a pair of maracas My balls feel like a pair of maracas Oh god i probably got the Gon-o-ka-ka-khackus! My balls feel like a pair of maracas Ai-ee-ai-ee-ahhhh! Why does it Why does it Why does it Why does it hurt...when i Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? |
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| MaxPower | May 16 2006, 06:00 AM Post #2 |
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Follower of Branigann's Law
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| spacemountain2000 | May 16 2006, 07:09 PM Post #3 |
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Now you're boring us
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Also see most any David Allan Coe song. |
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| sqeezemasterflash | May 16 2006, 07:44 PM Post #4 |
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Now you're boring us
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Have you heard his new album? Done with members of Pantera before Dime was killed. |
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| spacemountain2000 | May 16 2006, 08:55 PM Post #5 |
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Now you're boring us
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No, but I saw an interview on youtube.com with Dime, Coe, and somebody else. |
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| Caber McJock | May 16 2006, 09:37 PM Post #6 |
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I agree
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Thanks. |
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| Peter | May 17 2006, 03:54 AM Post #7 |
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Not The Mama
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Bobby Brown Goes Down Hey there, people, Im bobby brown They say Im the cutest boy in town My car is fast, my teeth is shiney I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie Tiny heinie ho! Here I am at a famous school Im dressin sharp Im actin cool I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper Let her do all the work n maybe later Ill rape her Oh God I am the american dream I do not think Im too extreme An Im a handsome sonofabitch Im gonna get a new glove n be real rich Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job... Womens liberation Came creepin all across the nation I tell you people, I was not ready When I fucked this dyke by the name of freddie She made a little speech then, Aw, she tried to make me say when She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick I guess its still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick Oh God I am the american dream, But now I smell like vaseline An Im a miserable sonofabitch Am I a boy or a lady...i dont know which I wonder...wonder...hi-ho silver!... So I went out n bought me a leisure mask I jingle my change, but Im still kinda cute Got a job doin radio promo An none of the jocks even think that I'm a homo Eventually me n a friend Sorta drifted along into s&m I can take about an hour on the tower of power long as I gets a little golden shower Oh God I am the american dream With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream An Ill do anything to get ahead Hi-ho silver! Oh god, oh god, Im so fantastic! Hi-ho silver! And my name is bobby brown And my name is bobby brown Hi-ho silver! Way! And my name is bobby brown Hi-ho silver! Oh, never mind... The name of this song is: keep it greasey |
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| Peter | May 17 2006, 04:02 AM Post #8 |
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Not The Mama
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Jewish Princess I want a nasty little jewish princess With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses A horny little jewish princess With a garlic aroma that could level tacoma Lonely inside Well, she can swallow my pride I want a hairy little jewish princess With a brand new nose, who knows where it goes I want a steamy little jewish princess With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums I dont want no troll I just want a yemenite hole I want a darling little jewish princess Who dont shit about cooking and is arrogant looking A vicious little jewish princess To specifically happen with a pee-pee thats snappin All up inside I just want a princess to ride Awright, back to the top...everybody twist I want a funky little jewish princess A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper A brazen little jewish princess With titanic tits, and sand-blasted zits She can even be poor So long as she does it with four on the floor (vapor-lock) I want a dainty little jewish princess With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters A fragile little jewish princess With roumanian thighs, who weasels n lies For two or three nights Wont someone send me a princess who bites Wont someone send me a princess who bites Wont someone send me a princess who bites Wont someone send me a princess who bites ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Yo' Mama Maybe you should stay with yo' mama She could do your laundry 'n' cook for you Maybe you should stay with yo' mama You're really kinda stupid 'n' ugly too (verse repeats) You ain't really made for bein' out in the street Ain't much hope for a fool like you 'Cause if you play the game, you will get beat Maybe you should stay with yo' mama She could do your laundry 'n' cook for you Maybe you should stay with yo' mama You're really kinda stupid 'n ugly too And You should never smoke in pajamas You might start a fire 'n' burn yer face Maybe you'll return to Managua You could go unnoticed in such a place |
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