Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

(Take turns leading verses)

CHORUS: Dinah, Dinah, show us your leg, Show us your leg, show us your leg, Dinah, Dinah, show us your leg, A yard above your knee.

I wish I were the diamond ring, On Dinah’s dainty hand, Then, every time she wiped her ass, I’d see the promised LAND, LAND, LAND!

The rich girl rides a limousine, The poor girl rides a truck, But the only ride that Dinah has, Is when she has a RIGHT GOOD FUCK!

The rich girl uses a sanitary towel, The poor girl uses a sheet, But Dinah uses nothing at all, Leaves a trail along the STREET, STREET, STREET!

The rich girl wears a ring of gold, The poor girl one of brass, But the only ring that Dinah wears, Is the one around her ASS, ASS, ASS!

The rich girl wears a brassiere, The poor girl uses string, But Dinah uses nothing at all, She lets the bastards SWING, SWING, SWING!

The rich girl uses Vaseline, The poor girl uses lard, But Dinah uses axle grease, Because her cunt’s so HARD, HARD, HARD!

The rich girl works in factories, The poor girl works in stores, But Dinah works in a honky-tonk, With forty other WHORES, WHORES, WHORES!

THE DYING HARLOT (Three versions) Melody - My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

Oh, a strapping young harlot lay dying, A pisspot supporting her head, And all the young bludgers were ‘round her, As she leaned on her left tit and said, “I’ve been stuffed by the Dutchies and Negroes, I’ve been stuffed by the Spaniards so tall, I’ve been stuffed by the English and Irish, In fact, I’ve been fucked by them all. So wrap me in foreskins and Frenchies, And bury me deep down below, Where all those young bludgers can’t catch me, The place where all good harlots go.”

A dirty old harlot lay dying, A pisspot supporting her head, All around her the bludgers were crying, As she leant on her left tit and said, “I’ve been fucked by the French and the English, The Germans, the Japs, and the Jews, And now I’ve come back to Australia, To be buggered by bastards like you, So haul back your filthy old foreskins, And give me the pride of your nuts.” So they hauled back their filthy old foreskins, And played Home Sweet Home on her guts.

The dirty old harlot lay dying, A cunt-rag supported her head, The blowflies around her were buzzing, As she turned on her left tit and said, “I’ve been fucked by the army and navy, By a bull-fighting toreador, By Abos and dingoes and dagos, But never by blowflies before.”