Over-nite Sensation

Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ralph humphrey (drums)
Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer)
Ruth underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion)
Ian underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone)
Jean-luc ponty (violin, baritone violin)
Kin vassy (vocals)

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 zircon-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

Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ralph humphrey (drums)
Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer)
Ruth underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion)
Ian underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone)
Jean-luc ponty (violin, baritone violin)
Kin vassy (vocals)

I might be movin' to montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental floss

Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown

By myself i wouldn't
Have no boss,
But i'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental floss

Well i just might grow me some bees
But i'd leave the sweet stuff
For somebody else...but then, on the other hand i'd

Keep the wax
N' melt it down
Pluck some floss
N' swish it aroun'

I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why i'm movin' to montana)

Movin' to montana soon
Gonna be a dental floss tycoon (yes i am)
Movin' to montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon...

I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(his name is mighty little)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks

I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
An' ride him all along the border line

With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand

By myself i wouldn't
Have no boss
But i'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental floss

Well i might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night

And then i'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
N' give my foot a push...
Just me 'n the pymgy pony
Over the dennil floss bush

N' then i might just
Jumb back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to montana

Movin' to montana soon
(yippy-ty-o-ty-ay)
Movin' to montana soon
(yippy-ty-o-ty-ay)

Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ralph humphrey (drums)
Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer)
Ruth underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion)
Ian underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone)
Jean-luc ponty (violin, baritone violin)
Ricky lancelotti (vocals)

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
I don't want your cheap emotion
Whip me up some dragon lotion
For 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 have ever seen
This 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

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do

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

The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(snap it!)