Three Course Date
I dined with a girl,
guess I should say
we both were free.
Her name was miss Ethel,
made me feel special,
t'was love I could see.
(Chorus)
She was my whole world 'til that romantic repast,
I didn't know how long my stomach would last...
She cooked on the grill,
looked like road kill'
in some kinda swill.
She said let us eat,
I asked her "why?"
she said "my treat."
(Chorus)
She said "have some more" and I asked for a bag,
She slopped on some more and I started to gag!
I sat on the couch,
in fetal crouch,
whispering "ouch".
She turned down the lamps,
I held back my cramps,
She wanted to dance...
She asked me to stay; she was making desert,
"It's Gopher gut pie" and..I.. hurled in my shirt !
And.. then I awoke,
It was a dream,
My shirt was clean.
So I stoked the fire,
...isn't it good,
to eat what we should.
to the tune of "Norweigan Wood" by the Beatles....(Key of D preferred please)
.inspired by John Heck's Beatlemania Sing Along.
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010
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