| Notes by Warren Cuccurullo on “Over-Nite Sensation” songbook - December 21, 2007
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| WHEN music that is not NORMAL is outlawed ▶, you’re gonna thank me for telling you to buy extra copies of this book… you will bury them in a lead box at a secret location… and trust me… they WILL be starting with the Z’s. When I was 16 & I bought my first Zappa record (this one) I had committed the entire disc to memory & I would get on the subway & “put it on” in my head & let it play… I would start with “Zomby woof”… this is pre-walkman daze… & every note was there… by the time I got to the “Montana” solo, I couldn’t believe the other people on the train weren’t hearing it… so, you might wanna do the same… just in case it’s all DELETED…
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| Frank Zappa wasn’t just the guy with the coolest muckin fustache ever, WE all know he was the greatest guitarist/composer of the 20th century… (he always said I was easily amused). I spent most of my time between the age of 16 & 22 trying to convince anyone who liked music that they could LOVE Zappa… I saw THIS band in 1973 at Brooklyn College… it was REAL magic… Frank on one side of the stage with George behind him, & this girl Ruth, who Frank would talk to, doing the most amazing things on the other… & the singer’s name was Napoleon… I was ecstatic… sounds that I only heard before in cartoons, or in scores of films were all there, even munchkins… the guitar playing was unique… melodic & angry… & it fit PERFECTLY with his songs… the riffs he wrote… heavier & harder than all the Zeppelin, Deep Purple & Sabbath stuff that I’d regurgitated for years… “Overnite” was my secret weapon when I was turning people on to Frank… a fun process indeed… & I could easily support my best guitar player argument with it…
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| This is one of the dream Mothers lineups & arguably the best ever assembled in ANY genre… Frank, Ian, Ruth, George AND the Fowlers! Genius, chemistry, personality, what Frank did was simply musical entertainment at its finest… but, not just for distraction’s sake… if you LISTEN to Zappa you can learn… not just about music… he kept a lot of kids away from drugs, he made you consult the dictionary now & again, he encouraged going to the library to seek out information for yourself… ▶ & he explained everything you needed to know about groupies, absurd fetishes & life on the road… these would prove invaluable to me… what a role model I chose… THIS JUST IN: did you ever entertain the fact that some of YOUR favorite rock stars of this glorious era might’ve been delving deeper into their drug use not just due to subconscious tension ▶, but because they might’ve been trying to figure out what concoction Frank was using? Maybe they heard about his dad being a chemist…
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| Frank Vincent Zappa was & will forever be the wizard of odd times… the great imaginer… ▶ the greatest organizer of sound events & words in history… & let me tell ya, a hell of a great person & friend… the most giving, honest, sensible, hardworking & special human being ever created… he had a magical presence, an energy you could feel… he was electric… & I loved him & his music more than anything in my life… more importantly, my life as I know it would not exist without him… quite the Mother…
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| When I was a kid in the audience with tears of joy streaming down my face, like they are now, or when I was on stage playing with him, the words I most dreaded hearing would come all too often for me:
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“We’d like to thank you very much for coming to our concert tonight…”
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| PLEASE COME BACK FOR AN ENCORE…
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| [FZ] She had that Camarillo Brillo
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| Flamin’ out along her head
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| I mean her Mendocino bean-o
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| By where some bugs had made it red
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| She ruled the toads of the Short Forest ▶
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| And every newt in Idaho
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| And every cricket who had chorused
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| By the bush in Buffalo
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| She said she was a magic mama
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| And she could throw a mean tarot
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| And carried on without a comma
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| That she was someone I should know
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| She had a snake for a pet
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| And an amulet
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| And she was breeding a dwarf
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| But she wasn’t done yet
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| She had gray-green skin
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| A doll with a pin
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| I told her she was awright
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| But I couldn’t come in
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| (I couldn’t come in right then…)
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| And so she wandered through the doorway
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| Just like a shadow from the tomb
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| She said her stereo was four-way
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| An’ I’d just love it in her room
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| Well, I was born to have adventure
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| So I just followed up the steps
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| Right past her fuming incense stencher
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| To where she hung her castanets
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| She stripped away her rancid poncho
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| An’ laid out naked by the door
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| We did it till we were un-concho
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| An’ it was useless any more
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| She had a snake for a pet
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| And an amulet
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| And she was breeding a dwarf
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| But she wasn’t done yet
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| She had gray-green skin
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| A doll with a pin
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| I told her she was awright
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| But I couldn’t come in
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| (Actually, I was very busy then…)
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| And so she wandered through the doorway
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| Just like a shadow from the tomb
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| She said her stereo was four-way
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| An’ I’d just love it in her room
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| Well, I was born to have adventure
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| So I just followed up the steps
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| Right past her fuming incense stencher
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| To where she hung her castanets
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| She said she was a magic mama
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| And she could throw a mean tarot
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| And carried on without a comma
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| That she was someone I should know
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| (Is that a real poncho? I mean, is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm… No foolin’…)
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] I am gross and perverted
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| I’m obsessed an’ deranged
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| I have existed for years
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| But very little has changed
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| I’m the tool of the government
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| And industry too
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| For I am destined to rule
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| And regulate you
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| I may be vile and pernicious
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| But you can’t look away
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| I make you think I’m delicious
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| With the stuff that I say
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| I’m the best you can get
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| Have you guessed me yet?
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| I’m the slime oozin’ out from your TV set
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| You will obey me while I lead you
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| And eat the garbage that I feed you
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| Until the day that we don’t need you
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| Don’t go for help… no one will heed you
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| Your mind is totally controlled
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| It has been stuffed into my mold
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| And you will do as you are told
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| Until the rights to you are sold
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| [Kin Vassy] That’s right, folks… don’t touch that dial!
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| [The Ikettes] Well, I am the slime from your video
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| Oozin’ along on your livin’ room floor
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| I am the slime from your video
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| Can’t stop the slime, people, lookit me go
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| I am the slime from your video
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| Oozin’ along on your livin’ room floor
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| I am the slime from your video
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| Can’t stop the slime, people, lookit me go
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| Like you might surrender to some dragon in your dreams
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| Like a pink donation to the dragon in your dreams
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| I don’t need your sweet devotion
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| An’ I don’t want your cheap emotion
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| Whip me up some dragon lotion
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| For your dirty love
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| Your dirty love
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| Like some tacky little pamphlet in your daddy’s bottom drawer
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| I don’t believe you never seen his book before
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| I don’t need no consolation
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| I don’t want your reservation
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| I only got one destination
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| An’ that’s your dirty love
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| Your dirty love
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| [Instrumental]
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| Just like your mama make her fuzzy poodle do
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| Oh, Frenchie! ▶
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| The way your mama make that nasty poodle chew
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| I’ll ignore your cheap aroma
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| And your little-bo-peep diploma
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| I’ll just put you in a coma
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| With some dirty love
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| Some dirty love
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| That dirty love
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| That dirty love
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| THE POODLE BITES! ▶
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| Come on, Frenchie
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| THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
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| Snap it!
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| THE POODLE BITES!
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| Come on, Frenchie
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| THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
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| Snap it!
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| THE POODLE BITES!
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| Come on, Frenchie
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| THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
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| Snap it!
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| THE POODLE BITES!
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| Come on, Frenchie
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| THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
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| Not a speck of cereal!
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| THE POODLE BITES!
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| Come on, Frenchie
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| THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
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| Nothing but the best for my dog!
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| THE POODLE BITES!
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| Come on, Frenchie
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| THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
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| Come on!
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| THE POODLE BITES!
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| Come on, Frenchie
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| THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
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| Little paws sticking up!
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| THE POODLE BITES!
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| Little curly head!
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| THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
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| Little curly tail!
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| [Ricky Lancelotti] Well, my dandruff is loose
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| An’ my breath is chartreuse
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| I know I ain’t cute
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| An’ my voice is ka-poot
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| But that’s awright people
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| I’m just crazy enough to sing to you
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| Any old way
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| I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
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| I just might have some thing to say
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| Ain’t gonna sing you no love song
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| How my heart is all sore
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| Will not beg your indulgence
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| ‘Cause you heard it before
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| An’ that’s awright people
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| I’m just crazy enough to sing to you
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| Any old way
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| I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
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| I just might have some thing to say
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| Ants in my pants!
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| [Instrumental]
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| I have taken your time
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| I have sung you my song
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| Ain’t no great revelation
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| But it wasn’t too long
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| An’ that’s awright people
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| I’m just crazy enough to sing to you
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| Any old way
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| I figure the odds be fifty-fifty
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| I just might have some thing to say!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Three hundred years ago
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| I thought I might get some sleep
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| I stretched myself out onna antique bed
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| An’ my spirit did a ✄ midnite creep
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| You know I’ll never sleep no more
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| It seem to me that it just ain’t wise
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| Didja ever wake up in the mornin’
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| With a zomby woof behind your eyes?
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| Just about as evil as you could be
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| [Ricky Lancelotti] I am the zomby woof
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| I’m that creature all the ladies been talkin’ about
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| I am the zomby woof
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| They all seek for shelter when I come chargin’ out
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| Tellin’ you all the zomby troof
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| Here I’m is, the zomby woof
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| Tellin’ you all the zomby troof
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| Here I’m is…
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| Reety-awrighty, he da zomby woof
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| Reety-awrighty, he da zomby woof
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| They said awreety
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| An’ they was awrighty
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| An’ I was a zomby for you, little lady…
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ricky Lancelotti] I got a great big pointed fang
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| Which is my zomby toof
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| My right foot’s bigger than my other one is
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| Like a reg’lar zomby hoof
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| If I raid your dormitorium
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| Don’t try to remain aloof…
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| I might snatch you up screamin’ through the window all nekkid
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| An’ do it to you on the roof, don’t mess with the zomby woof
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| I am about as evil as a boogie man can be!
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| Tellin’ you all the zomby troof
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| Here I’m is, the zomby woof
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| Tellin’ you all the zomby troof
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| Here I’m is, the zomby woof
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| [FZ] I couldn’t say where she’s comin’ from
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| But I just met a lady named Dinah-moe humm
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| She stroll on over, say: “Look here, bum
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| I got a forty-dollar bill say you can’t make me cum
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| (Y’ jes’ can’t do it)”
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| She made a bet with her sister who’s a little bit dumb
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| She could prove it any time all men was scum
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| I don’t mind that she called me a bum
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| But I knew right away she was really gonna cum
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| (So I got down to it)
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| I whipped off her bloomers an’ stiffened my thumb
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| An’ applied rotation on her ✄ sugar plum
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| I poked an’ stroked till my wrist got numb
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| But I still didn’t hear no Dinah-moe humm
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| Dinah-moe humm
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| Dinah-moe humm
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| Dinah-moe humm
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| Where’s this Dinah-moe comin’ from?
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| I done spent three hours an’ I ain’t got a crumb
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| From the Dinah-moe, Dinah-moe, Dinah-moe
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| From the Dinah-moe humm
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| [The Ikettes] Got a spot that gets me hot, ow!
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| An’ you ain’t been to it
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| No, no, no, no!
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| Got a spot that gets me hot, ow!
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| An’ you ain’t been to it
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| No, no, no!
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| Got a spot that gets me hot
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| But you ain’t been to it
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| No, no, no, no, no!
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| Got a spot that gets me hot
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| But you ain’t been to it
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| ‘Cause I can’t get into it unless I get out of it
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| An’ I gotta get out of it before I get into it
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| ‘Cause I never get into it unless I get out of it
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| An’ I gotta be out of it to get myself into it
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| [FZ] She looked over at me with a glazed eye and some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area, and she said:
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| “Just get me wasted an’ you’re half-way there
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| ‘Cause if my mind’s tore up then my body don’t care”
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| I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin an’ said: “My-my-my
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| What sort of thing might this lady get high upon?”
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| I checked out her sister who was holdin’ the bet
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| An’ wondered what kind of trip the young lady was on
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| The forty-dollar bill didn’t matter no more
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| When her sister got nekkid an’ laid on the floor
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| She said Dinah-moe might win the bet
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| But she could use a little (yaw!) if I wasn’t done yet
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| I told her just because the sun want a place in the sky
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| No reason to assume I wouldn’t give her a try
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| So I pulled on her hair
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| Got her legs in the air
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| An’ asked if she had any cooties in there
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| Whaddya mean cooties? No cooties on me!
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| She was buns-up kneelin’
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| BUNS-UP!
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| I was wheelin’ an’ dealin’
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| WHEELIN’ AN’ DEALIN’ AN’ OOOOH!
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| She surrender to the feelin’
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| SHE SWEETLY SURRENDERED!
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| An’ she started in to squealin’
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| Dinah-moe watched from the edge of the bed
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| With her lips just a-twitchin’ an’ her face gone red
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| Some drool rollin’ down from the edge of her chin
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| While she spied the condition her sister was in
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| She quivered an’ quaked an’ clutched at herself
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| While her sister made a joke about her mental health
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| Till Dinah-moe finally did give in
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| But I told her all she really needed was some discipline… ▶
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| Kiss my aura… Dora…
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| Mmm… It’s real angora
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| Would y’all like some more-a?
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| Right here on the flora?
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| An’ how ‘bout you, Fauna?
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| Y’wanna?
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| Mmm… Sound like you’re chokin’ on somethin’
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| Did you say you want some more? Well, here’s some more!
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| Oh, baby
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| Oh, sure… look
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| D’you think I could interest you in a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers?
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| Mmm… Tweezers!
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| Wait a minute, lemme sterilize ‘em… gimme your lighter…
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| I couldn’t say where she’s comin’ from
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| But I just met a lady named Dinah-moe humm
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| She stroll on over, say: “Look here, bum
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| I got a forty-dollar bill say you can’t make me cum
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| (Y’ jes’ can’t do it)”
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| I whipped off her bloomers an’ stiffened my thumb
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| An’ applied rotation on her sugar plum
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| I poked an’ stroked till my wrist got numb
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| An’, you know, I heard some Dinah-moe humm
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| Some Dinah-moe humm
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| Dinah-moe humm
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| Dinah-moe humm
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| Dinah-moe
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| Dinah-moe
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| Some Dinah-moe
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| An’ a little Dinah-moe
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| An’ some Dinah-moe
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| An’ some Dinah-moe
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| An’ some Dinah-moe
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| An’ a little Dinah-moe
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| An’ some Dinah-moe
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| An’ some Dinah-moe
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| An’ some Dinah-moe
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| An’ a Dinah-moe again
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| An’ Dinah-moe
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| An’ Dora too, lil’ Dinah an’ Dora
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| An’ Dinah-moe
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| Kiss my aura, Dinah
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| [FZ] I might be movin’ to Montana soon
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| Just to raise me up a crop of dental floss
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| Raisin’ it up
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| Waxin’ it down
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| In a little white box
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| That I can sell uptown
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| By myself I wouldn’t have no boss
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| But I’d be raisin’ my lonely dental floss
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| [The Ikettes] Raisin’ my lonely dental floss
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| [FZ] Well, I just might grow me some bees
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| But I’d leave the sweet stuff to somebody else
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| But then, on the other hand I would…
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| Keep the wax
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| An’ melt it down
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| Pluck some floss
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| An’ swish it aroun’
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| I’d have me a crop
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| [The Ikettes] Dooh-dooh-dooh-dooh-dooh-dooh-dooh dah-dah-dah
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| [FZ] An’ it’d be on top (that’s why I’m movin’ to Montana)
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| Movin’ to Montana soon
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| Gonna be a dental floss tycoon
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| (Yes, I am)
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| Movin’ to Montana soon
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| Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
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| [Instrumental]
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| [The Ikettes] I’m pluckin’ the ol’ dennil floss
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| That’s growin’ on the prairie, pluckin’ the floss
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| I plucked all day an’ all nite an’ all afternoon…
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| I’m ridin’ a small tiny hoss
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| (His name is “Mighty Little”) he’s a good hoss
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| Even though he’s a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or blanket on anyway
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| He’s a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or blanket on anyway
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| Anyway
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| I’m pluckin’ the ol’ dennil floss
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| Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
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| I don’t care if you think it’s silly, folks
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| I don’t care if you think it’s silly, folks
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| [FZ] I’m gonna find me a horse, just about this big
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| An’ ride him all along the border line
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| With a…
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| Pair of heavy-duty
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| Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
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| Every other wrangler would say
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| I was mighty grand
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| By myself I wouldn’t have no boss
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| But I’d be raisin’ my lonely dental floss
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| [The Ikettes] Raisin’ my lonely dental floss
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| Raisin’ my lonely dental floss
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| [FZ] Well, I might ride along the border
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| With my tweezers gleamin’ in the moon-lighty night
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| And then I’d…
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| Get a cuppa cawfee
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| An’ give my foot a push…
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| Just me an’ the pygmy pony
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| Over by the dennil floss bush
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| An’ then I might just jump back on
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| An’ ride like a cowboy into the dawn to Montana
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| [FZ] Movin’ to Montana soon
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| [Kin Vassy] Yippy-ty-o-ty-ay
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| [Repeat]
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