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
