A rich girl has a brassiere,
A poor girl uses string,
But Dinah uses nothing at all,
She lets the buggers swing, Oh.
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.
A rich girl has a ring of gold,
A poor girl one of brass,
But the only ring that Dinah has,
Is the ring around her ass, hole.
CHORUS:
A rich girl uses Vaseline,
A poor girl uses lard,
But Dinah uses axle grease,
Because her cunt's so hard, Oh.
CHORUS:
A rich girl drives a limousine,
A poor girl drives a truck,
But the only ride that Dinah has,
Is when she has a fuck, Oh.
CHORUS:
Dinah met a scrum half,
Sat down upon his lap,
And Dinah got the scrum half,
The scrum half got the clap, Oh.
CHORUS:
I took her to the pictures,
We sat down in the stalls,
And every time the lights went out,
She grabbed me by the balls, Oh.
CHORUS:
I wish I was a silver ring,
Upon my Dinah's hand,
And everytime she scratched her cunt,
I'd see the promised land, Oh.
CHORUS:
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