All day long have been humming part of a parody that I can't remember
completely.
Since it has been a slow day, thought I'd ask if anybody
remembers the whole thing which starts out:
Oh won't you tell me dear,
The size of your brassiere,
Twenty, thirty, or forty?
And if it's forty two,
Can I play with you,
Sunday, Monday, and always?
?????????????????
Lew
Gotch'er own private hell too, huh? Sorry, but unless you post the
music, the parody escapes me. However, here's something: "I could while
away the hours, conversing with the flowers, on laughter, love and
art". It's the tune that's important, you see. At least to me. Every
day it's a different tune... Tom
Lew Hodgett wrote:
> All day long have been humming part of a parody that I can't remember
> completely.
>
> Since it has been a slow day, thought I'd ask if anybody
> remembers the whole thing which starts out:
>
> Oh won't you tell me dear,
>
> The size of your brassiere,
>
> Twenty, thirty, or forty?
>
> And if it's forty two,
>
> Can I play with you,
>
> Sunday, Monday, and always?
>
> ?????????????????
>
>
> Lew