I'll ne'er forget our wedding night.
Her figure nice and neat
Slid off like icing on a cake
And landed at her feet.
The last time I saw cotton
Was on the floor that night
It might look good in fancy clothes
But it's not much fun to bite.
My FATHER sings this! (I hasten to add that the ladies in our family do not need any artificial endowments . . . and neither do the men. :-D )
You took off yor peg leg, yor wig an' yor glass eye,
You should have seen the look on yor face...
I wanted to kiss you and hug you my darlin'
But you were scattered all over the place.
Where O, where are you tonite...