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 breath right since the Vietnam War
Then she played Chinese Checkers with Skeletor
And went camping with Eva Gabor

She's my sweet (sweet, sweet) Beatrice
She's my sweet (sweet, sweet) Beatrice
She's my sweet (sweet, 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 (sweet, sweet) Beatrice
She's my sweet (sweet, sweet) Beatrice
She's my sweet (sweet, sweet) Beatrice
And she's coming home

Well, for sure she opened the door
Whipped out a 3 foot fishing lure
s__ually, 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 (sweet, sweet) Beatrice
She's my sweet (sweet, sweet) Beatrice
She's my sweet (sweet, sweet) Beatrice
And she came home

(she's my sweetie, sweet, sweet, sweetie)
Sweet Beatrice

She likes to clean out the attic every now and then
(she's my sweetie, sweet, sweet, sweetie)

She's gonna knit me a brand new golfing bag
(she's my sweetie, sweet, sweet, sweetie)

We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne movie
(she's my sweetie, sweet, sweet, sweetie)

Then we gonna free all the doggies at the kennel
(she's my sweetie, oh, yeah)

She gonna try on my third grade mittens

She'll keep 'em on even though they're way too small
(oh, yeah, she's my sweetie)

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

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