Rich & Sexy Poem by Pierre Rausch

She was picture on birthday date
Sat down, present and roller skate
On a ramp we met, valse to the right, valse to the left
Guess why she set forth
To the red lodge excellent coarse
The jungle jungolarian comes up and down
Saunters through the company of Charlie Brown
She’s on a party in her second town
Guess she loves the dumbest soul in town
Hey I love you
The cabled person deems stiff on feet
Walks low and precarious to beat
Here’s result, our working output
Where no broom and athlete foot
Hey I love you
Now and then this scene is through
I wonder how I could love you true
In front the circus the Harlem clown
Guess she's not the dumbest soul in town
Hey I love you
She was a picture birthday date
Sat down, present and roller skate
On a ramp we met, a vale to the right
Guess why she set forth
To the red lodge and brilliant coarse
Hey I love you