Zomby Woof Does Dinah-Moe-Hum in the Dungeon of Despair

[Dillinger]

(Sure do miss you, Frank...)

Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams

Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams

I don't need your sweet devotion
An' I don't want your cheap emotion
Whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love
Your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy's bottom drawer

Give me
Your dirty love
I don't believe you never seen
His book before

I don't need no consolation
I don't want your reservation
I only got one destination
An' that's your dirty love
Your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do
(Oh, Frenchie . . . )

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

I'll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I'll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
Some dirty love
That dirty love
That dirty love

THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Not a speck of cereal!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Nothing but the best for my dog!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Come on!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little paws sticking up!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Little curly hairs!)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little curly hairs!)

 

[Dhalgren]

dungeon of despair

Flies all green and buzzin',
in this dungeon of despair.
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes,
and scratch their matted hair.
A tiny light, from a window hole,
a hundred yards away,
is all they ever gets to know
about the regular light in the day....


Just had to say it...

 

[beckbabe]

Zomby Woof

Three hundred years ago
Thought I might get some sleep
Stretched myself out onna antique bed
An' my spirit did a midnite creep

You know I'll never sleep no more

To me it seem that it just ain't wise

Didja ever wake up in the mornin'
With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes

I am the ZOMBY WOOF
I'm the creature all the ladies been
Talkin' about

I am the ZOMBY WOOF
They all seek shelter when I come chargin' out

Tellin' you all the Zomby troof
Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF

Tellin' you all the Zomby troof
Here I'm is. . .

Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF
Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF

They say aw-reety
An' they was aw-righty
An' I was a Zomby for you, little lady. . .

I got a great big pointed fang
Which is my Zomby Toof
My right foot's bigger than my other one is
Like a reg'lar Zomby Hoof
If I raid your dormitorium
Don't try to remain aloof. . .

I might snatch you up screamin' through the window all nekkid
An' do it to you up on the roof, don't mess with the
ZOMBY WOOF

I am about as evil as a Boogie Man can be!

Tellin' you all the Zomby troof
Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF

Tellin' you all the Zomby troof
Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF

~Zappa

 

[Dillinger]

I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon
But she was something I could lay on
Can't remember what became of me . . .
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy

She put a Doobie Brothers tape on
(La la la la la-ahh la)
I had a Roger Daltrey cape on
(A Roger Daltrey cape on)
There was a bed I dumped her shape on
Can't remember what became of me . . .
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy

Somewhat later on
I woke up and she was gone
There was dew out on the lawn
In the sunrise
Later she came back
With a rumpled paper sack
Which she told me would contain
A surprise

She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom
Said she knew I'd be surprised she got 'em
Take a Charleston pimp to spot 'em
Then she gave a pair of shoes to me . . .
Plastic leather, 14 triple D

I said: "I wonder what's the shoes for?"
She told me: "Don't you worry no more!"
And got right down there on the tile floor
Now Darling STOMP ALL OVER ME! . . .
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy

Is this something new
Having people stomp on you?
Is it what I need to do
For your pleasure?
(Yo' pleasure . . . it's . . . uh . . . uh . . . all I need)
"What is this, a quiz?
Don't you worry what it is
It is merely just a moment
I can treasure . . . "
(What is . . . ?) (You know . . . )

By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered
She couldn't talk 'cause her mouth had been extendered
Looked to me as though she had been blendered
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
Well . . .

But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!

It might seem strange to Herb and Dee—
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!

 

[beckbabe]

Dinah-Moe Humm

I couldn't say where she's comin' from,
But I just met a lady named Danah-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 were 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's this Dinah-Moe
Comin' from
Done spent three hours
An' I ain't got a crumb
Frm 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 myselfinto it

(She looked over at me with a glazed eye and some bovine persperation 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 nekked an' laid on the floor
She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet
But she could use a litttle _____________ 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 in 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 an' 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 ya'll like some more-a
Right here on the flora
An' how 'bout you, Fauna?
Y'wanna?

MMM . . . sounds like you 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 zircon-encrusted tweezers?

I couldn't say where she's comin' from,
But I just met a lady named Danah-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
And 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

~Zappa

 

[Dhalgren]

And always keep in mind what Uncle Frank said:

"Remember there's a big difference between kneeling down and bending over."

 

[Dillinger]

Yeah... but would love to have you do both! *lol*

 

[Dhalgren]

Ah..but that's an entirely different issue..

haha!

 

[Dillinger]

"Give me an issue and I'll give you a tissue..."

Ah... wrong thread... that's Lou Reed...

 

[beckbabe]

Evelyn, A Modified Dog

Evelyn, a modified dog
Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily
Draped across the piano, with some surprise

In the darkened room
Where the chairs dismayed
And the horrible curtains
Muffled the rain
She could hardly believe her eyes

A curious breeze
A garlic breath
Which sounded like a snore
Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within)
Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble
In the gloom

Evelyn, a dog, having undergone
Further modification
Pondered the significance of short-person behavior
In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance
And other highly ambient domains. . .

Arf she said

 

[Dillinger]

Fifty-Fifty

Well, my dandruff is loose
An' my breath is chartreuse
I know I ain't cute
An' my voice is ka-poot

But that's awright people
I'm just crazy enough to sing to you
Any old way

I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
I just might have some thing to say

Ain't gonna sing you no love song
How my heart is all sore
Will not beg your indulgence
'Cause you heard it before

But that's awright people
I'm just crazy enough to sing to you
Any old way

I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
I just might have some thing to say

I have taken your time
I have sung you my song
Ain't no great revelation
But it wasn't too long

But that's awright people
I'm just crazy enough to sing to you
Any old way

I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
I just might have some thing to say