He fell from the tree to the ground Paul had ear muffs, didn`t hear a sound He found Saul all of a heap He was having a weep, Climbing is dangerous , he found
And gum boots are right out of fashion Unless the outdoors is your passion You can slip and slide in the mud Land on your back with a thud So don't rely on DH for any compassion.
Latest fashion, I hear, are shoulder pads! I much prefer broad shoulders on lads They can carry you home Like my lad Jerome Who's so different from the other cads.
My friend Agnetha is so well-endowed Of her assets she’s certainly proud Embonpoint to the fore The men swoon, 'je t'adore' ! As like a galleon she sails through the crowd.
But her treasures are for one lucky fellow In the orchestra, he's the one with the cello He caresses the strings Her heart has wings And she trembles like a great bowl of jello!
But tonight she will grab his attention But just how I don’t like to mention Suffice it to say It did make his day Necessity is the mother of invention!