Lonely girl, would you like a sweet to eat? I've got something that I'da like you to hold And my brother will tell you that it's good for your cold So, there, surely there is nothing wrong Take my hand and we'll try to make a stand For all censorship, decency, all night long
You're naive if you really do believe That the world is so full of sin Never look back on the things that you lack When you're in My mother said that I should stay out of bed But I know that I like it in there Legs and thighs, hellos and goodbyes It's all there
Oh my oh
(Suck a sugar, dandy, rock'n'roll Lick a-licking lozenge cures the soul)
Here is my cure for colds And here is my cure for measles When you've tried those If you've invented your toes Well you're surely in luck, you'll get a stunning good show So if you come with me We'll try to clean the inside out This filthy old world is such a beautiful girl And you must have a sweet I'm sure it's good for your feet
You're naive if you really do believe That the world is so full of sin Never look back on the things that you lack When you're in My mother said that I should stay out of bed But I know that I like it in there Legs and thighs, hellos and goodbyes It's all there
Oh, medicine gone It's coming on strong It's coming on and on and on and on
Compositor: Julian Frederick Gordon Hastings (Pye Hastings) ECAD: Obra #4343308