Holy Holly,
She don't approve at all
She thinks that she's a pony
Prancing in the front hall
She sleeps with a saddle on
Gets up and rides at dawn
Nobody knows what's wrong
But she can't keep her trousers on

Humpty Mudumpty
She's all better now
She thought that she was somebody else for a while
A house at the North Pole
She went for her daily stroll
Wearin' a wig and a mink stole,
That she's the daughter of rock and roll.

Ivy boy, he couldn't be trusted
Feeling his face was familiar
Tried to be like a monthly haul
Living like a rubber ball
Found himself in Montreal
Ivy couldn't deal at all

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Writer(s): Mark Mulcahy