Magic Fingers Songtext
von Frank 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
And try me on for size yeah

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

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


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

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

Ooh oh you got that kind of love that lingers
Ooh hey girl this here bed′s got magic fingers

Been a-rollin' in the bed since the show got out
Now I′m gettin' weak in the knees
Musta did it eighty, ninety times
It might have been a hundred
But you're the kind of girl that I really wanna please
You′re the kind of girl that I really wanna please


Oh God
Do you really wanna please me
You know I do
Aaah, tell me why you do it
I really wanna know
Well it wouldn′t be right
For me to tell you tonight
You better tell me right away
Or I'll dress up 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
I'm holding it
It′s good for you
I'm holding it
It's good for you
I′m holding it
I know you′re really holding it and it's so very very good for you
I wish you′d let go of the pants now, oh let go of the pants