(First verse and *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 arse,
I'd see the promised land

(Chorus)

The rich girl rides a limousine,
The poor girl rides a truck.
But the only ride that Dinah has,
Is when she has a fuck.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

The rich girl wears a brassiere,
The poor Girl uses string,
But Dinah uses nothing at all,
She let's the bastards swing.

(Chorus)

The rich girl uses Vaseline,
The poor uses lard.
But Dinah uses axle grease,
Because her cunt's so hard.

(Chorus)

The rich girls work in factories,
The poor girls work in stores.
But Dinah works in a honky-tonk,
With forty other whores!

(Chorus)