Pink Champagne & I
love your hair...eh?
With a hairbrush
I sing
(prancing like a prat)
doing Rosemary Clooney
doing her thing.
Come on a my house... my house a come on
Come on a my house...my house a come on
Come on a my house...to my house
I’m gonna give ya candy!
You in stitches
having never seen a naked man sing
an old 1950’s song
from his childhood.
I have never seen
a naked woman
laugh so much
You snatch
the hairbrush
& tantalisingly turn the song
into improper suggestion.
Come on a my house.. a my house
I’m gonna give you
Everything...everything...everything!
I come...I come!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I too know this song and used to delight in singing it about the kitchen but I never thought of taking it into the bedroom! This is a funny delightful poem and one which leaves a big grin on my face. I used to sing peach and pear and I love your hair but I guess you hear it different. Gina XXX