by Frank Zappa
Dinah-moe watched from the edge of the bed
With her lips just 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
Her sister made a joke about her mental health
Until Dinah-Moe finally did give in
But i told her all she really needed was some discipline...
I said:
Kiss my aura... Dora...
You know why?
Because obviously it was real angora
And then I said:
Would you all like some more-a?
Right here on the flora?
An' how 'bout you, fauna?
Do you wanna?
With her lips just 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
Her sister made a joke about her mental health
Until Dinah-Moe finally did give in
But i told her all she really needed was some discipline...
I said:
Kiss my aura... Dora...
You know why?
Because obviously it was real angora
And then I said:
Would you all like some more-a?
Right here on the flora?
An' how 'bout you, fauna?
Do you wanna?