Magic Fingers Songtext
von Dweezil Zappa

Ooh, the way you love me lady
I get so hard now I could die

Ooh, the way you love me sugar
I get so hard now I could die

Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter mama, try me on for size

Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter mama, try me on for size

Ooh, the way you squeeze me baby
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes

Ooh, the way you squeeze me girl
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes

Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter mama, try me on for size

Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter mama, try me on for size


Do you wanna please me, baby?
You know I do, baby
Well, tell me why you do it
I really wanna know?
No, no, no, it wouldn′t be right for me to tell you tonight
You better tell me right away, or I get my stuff and go
Don't get mad, it ain′t no big thing
You better tell me right away, don't you treat me cold
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!
Well, there are a lot of reasons why I'd
Bring a girl such as yourself back to this
Plastic hotel room and
Rip you off for spare change to run a
To run a vibrating machine attached to this
Queen-size, bulk-purchase, kapok-infested
Do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and
Make you take off all your little clothes
Until you are nearly stark raving nude!
Save for your chrome with
Heavy-duty leather thong peace medallion
Make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving
A plastic chair and an old guitar strap
While I did a wee-wee in your hair and
Beat you with a pair of tennis shoes I got from Jeff Beck