My Ladys No Lady
I love Hockey
Can watch it all night
Dan loves the ballet
He dances like a dam swan
Me, I love a good whiskey
Dan he loves a poodle named whiskey
I love a night at the pub
Darn ol Dan just wants a rub
I will never get drunk on Saturday nights
In a jazz club where woman are a delight
For in the morning, if she has to shave
Her name is Dan and she moved into your cave
He drinks my beer
In pajamas’ all pink
He says he’s Daniela, beer belly and all
I tell him he’s Godzilla, and he ain’t going to no ball
Off to the pub, I need to escape
Dans bickering gaiety, why is it my fate?
I told him I’ll me home, but for sure it will be late
With a lady in red whom I shall take to my bed
Now Dan said no problem, we welcome all
I said hey! this is my place, for you it’s your stall
He said stop ya bickering, you know we all share
With that. ol Dan had my date naked and bare
That sly little playboy, pretending a lady-boy
He stole my date, and it’s her that he ate
They moved on across town, that was my fate
Never again will I desire a dame
Dressed in red or with a first name like Ted
Note: Ted and Dan lived happily ever after
Continued from “Under My Spell”
Thank you Tim
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