Hail, hail, The gang is almost all here
We need to send out for some beer
We wait for little leakysqueaky
Who may be becoming just a bit creaky
I hope she is not somewhere moping
Because yesterday I said she was groping
To her I did prostrate myself and apologized
Because as I said I don’t want to be eulogized
Her ire I is something I do not want to raise
So let me forthwith shower her with praise
She of countenance divine
And dulcet tones sublime
A rare and precious flower
Sitting prettily in her bower.
As to Tracy and the strip
Locher really needs to get a grip
Plenty of action there may be
But the art is terrible to see.
Hail, hail, The gang is almost all here We need to send out for some beer We wait for little leakysqueaky Who may be becoming just a bit creaky I hope she is not somewhere moping Because yesterday I said she was groping To her I did prostrate myself and apologized Because as I said I don’t want to be eulogized Her ire I is something I do not want to raise So let me forthwith shower her with praise She of countenance divine And dulcet tones sublime A rare and precious flower Sitting prettily in her bower.
As to Tracy and the strip Locher really needs to get a grip Plenty of action there may be But the art is terrible to see.