Naked Ladies

Naked ladies, naked ladies,
Naked lady, lady, lady, lady, ladies.
Naked ladies, naked ladies,
Naked lady, lady, lady, lady, ladies.

Sometimes I picture myself
In bed wif a couple of naked ladies,
Doing all sorts of things
That would make my mother sick.

Sometimes I pretend I'm a vendor
Peddlin' everyone me weenies,
From the oven to the bun into yer hand
Then through yer lips.

I'm sitting around,
I'm doing some drinking,
Sniffin' and smoochin' and dunkin'
My goose in the dip.

I'm touching things,
I'm doing plenty of thinking of naked ladies.

Sometimes I picture myself
Having tea wif a couple of naked ladies,
Stirring the milk and the honey
Wif my pinky in the air.

Sometimes I picture myself
Buttering the buns of naked ladies...
Gigglin', diddlin', naked everywhere.

I'm kissing things,
I'm pecking like a chicken,
Won't you jelly yer crumpet and squeeze a little lemon for me?

I'm missin' things,
I dream of the lickings of naked ladies.

Chorus

Someday when I kick the bucket
I'll fly up to a heaven full of naked ladies,
Hovering around wif their harps
And plucking rhapsodious melodies.

Them grubworms'll nibble my rotting flesh to its sockets,
It won't be pretty.
But I'll be sitting real pretty with a dead naked lady on each knee.

Farewell my hens,
It's time to be croaking.
Meeting my maker and explaining for all of those girls.

It's really swell up here,
But I miss stroking you naked ladies.

Chorus

Oh you're so lovely!
Smooch - smooch,
Chomp - chomp,
Shtup - shtup,
Plink!

© copyright 1992 Chris Giunta