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Hanging with my sweet amour

She came out with a lion`s roar

Yelling, "I`m going to the corner store,

Be back at quarter to four"

"Don`t slam your pinkies in the drawer"

She can be like a maiden from the days of yore

Hanging out at Studio 54

Break dancing on the slick brick disco floor

With Lionel Richie

Who, by the way, was a Commodore

One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle tooth boar

Who couldn`t breat right since the Vietnam War

Then she played Chinese Checkers with Skeletor

And went camping with Eva Gabor



She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

And she`s coming home



I got a picture of her down by the seashore

Wearing a bikini made of purple velour

Her hair`s up like Conway Twitty`s pompadour

With the smile of Guy LeFleur

She got the ups and downs like an elevator

But deep inside she`s a marshmellow smore

Can bake a cake as big as Jupitor

Either or, Neithor nor

She`ll share it with your Labrador

She can run faster than a blazing meteor

Loves Winnie the Pooh and his friend Eeyore

Can make a pipe out of an apple core

That`s a trick she learned from Roberto Parrish

Down in Ecuador

You know why?



She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

And she`s coming home



Well, for sure she opened the door

Whipped out a 3-ft fishing lure

Sexually, that made me insecure

Like the time I was a roadie

On Elton John`s tour

She said, "Let`s go catch some Piscatore!"

I said, "Beatrice, you don`t eat fish no more."

She said, "By God, you`re right!"

So we took ourselves a snore

And when we woke up 10 hours later

We made Love Du Jour



She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

And she came home



She likes to clean out the attic every now and then

She`s gonna knit me a brand new golfing bag

We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne movie

Then we gonna free all the doggies at the kennel

She gonna try on my third grade mittens

She`ll keep `em on even though they`re way too small

Well, she ain`t never gonna hurt me

She ain`t never gonna let me down

She ain`t never gonna tell nobody

I`m afraid of birds and spiders



Well, Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

And she loves Pat Summerall

Hanging with my sweet amour

She came out with a lion`s roar

Yelling, "I`m going to the corner store,

Be back at quarter to four"

"Don`t slam your pinkies in the drawer"

She can be like a maiden from the days of yore

Hanging out at Studio 54

Break dancing on the slick brick disco floor

With Lionel Richie

Who, by the way, was a Commodore

One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle tooth boar

Who couldn`t breat right since the Vietnam War

Then she played Chinese Checkers with Skeletor

And went camping with Eva Gabor



She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

And she`s coming home



I got a picture of her down by the seashore

Wearing a bikini made of purple velour

Her hair`s up like Conway Twitty`s pompadour

With the smile of Guy LeFleur

She got the ups and downs like an elevator

But deep inside she`s a marshmellow smore

Can bake a cake as big as Jupitor

Either or, Neithor nor

She`ll share it with your Labrador

She can run faster than a blazing meteor

Loves Winnie the Pooh and his friend Eeyore

Can make a pipe out of an apple core

That`s a trick she learned from Roberto Parrish

Down in Ecuador

You know why?



She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

And she`s coming home



Well, for sure she opened the door

Whipped out a 3-ft fishing lure

Sexually, that made me insecure

Like the time I was a roadie

On Elton John`s tour

She said, "Let`s go catch some Piscatore!"

I said, "Beatrice, you don`t eat fish no more."

She said, "By God, you`re right!"

So we took ourselves a snore

And when we woke up 10 hours later

We made Love Du Jour



She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

She`s my sweet Beatrice

And she came home



She likes to clean out the attic every now and then

She`s gonna knit me a brand new golfing bag

We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne movie

Then we gonna free all the doggies at the kennel

She gonna try on my third grade mittens

She`ll keep `em on even though they`re way too small

Well, she ain`t never gonna hurt me

She ain`t never gonna let me down

She ain`t never gonna tell nobody

I`m afraid of birds and spiders



Well, Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

Bea-bea-bea-beatrice

And she loves Pat Summerall

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