Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee
Lousy with virginity
Won't go to bed
'Til I'm legally wed
I can't, I'm Sandra Dee

Watch it, hey, I'm Doris Day
I was not brought up that way
Won't come across
Even Rock Hudson lost
His heart to Doris Day

I don't drink or swear
I don't rat my hair
I get ill from one cigarette
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers
Would you pull that crap with Annette

As for you, Troy Donahue
I know what you wanna do
You got your crust
I'm no object of lust
I'm just plain Sandra Dee

Elvis, Elvis, let me be
Keep that pelvis far from me
Just keep your cool
Now you're starting to drool
Hey, fungu, I'm Sandra Dee

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey