Plum Dumb Lyrics

She stands there on the corner decked out in raspberry jeans

Waiting and watching and, oh God, here he comes

Pulls up beside her in his sporty machine

Rolls down the window and hands her a bag of plums, "Plums?"

"Eat them," he tells her, "They'll make ya feel great"

She hops in the car and he steps on the gas

She says, "Can't you drive faster? It's getting late

Just a wee bit faster, you're not going too fast," oh

Freeway, riding down the freeway

Cruisin', now she's really cruisin'

When the plums take affect

Yes, the plums suddenly juice her mind

She is no longer a nervous wreck

Now her nerves are blind, but she feels fine

"Oh, I feel great," she says, but he already knows it

'Cause she's fingering his hair, and she's biting his toes

She's really plummed out, and in her eyes, she shows it

She says, "Hey, what's the hurry? Let's drive more slow"

Moisture drips from her edible lips

And as he looks into her eyes, he is quick to realize

That he'd better pull over before he gets to Dover

'Cause if he really wants her, now, the time is wise

Freeway, riding down the freeway

Cruisin', now you're really cruisin'

When the plums take affect

Yes, the plums suddenly juice her mind

She is no longer a nervous wreck

Now her nerves are blind, but she looks fine

She's plum dumb

Plum dumb

Plum it, plum it, plum it, plum it, plum it, plum it, yeah