Magdalena

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There was a man
A little ole man
Who lived in Montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
With a see-thru blouse
Who loved to grunt and ball - -
And her name was Magdalena

The little ole man
Came home one night
To his house in Montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
"She looks all right!"
And he reached for a tit
And grabbed it tight
And threw her up
Against the wall
(BLUE CROSS!)

Magdalena, my daughter dear,
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian father comes near.
My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian father comes near.
I work so hard,
Don't you understand,
Making maple syrup
For the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?

The little ole man
With the grubby little hand
Who lived in Montreal
Was drooling a bit
As he reached for her tit
And he said to himself:
"This is gonna be it!"
But the girl turned around
And said: "Go eat shit!"
And ran on down the hall.
Right on, Magdalena!

Magdalena, don't you tease me like this
In the hallway with your blouse and your tits
If your mommy ever finds us like this
She'll call a lawyer, oh how mom will be pissed

DOODLE DOODLE DOODLE DUH-DUH DEE-UH
DOODLE DOODLE DOODLE DUH-DUH DEE-UH

Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena, Magdalena,
daughter of the smog-filled winds of Los Angeles,
I'd like to take you in the closet
and take off your little blouse
until you're virtually stark raving nude,
spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body
and take you down to Hollywood Boulevard
and we can walk down the streets
by the stars that say John Provost and Leo G. Carroll together, Baby.
We can go dancing up at the Cine Grill... can't you see it:
Frank Parnell and us, until dark . . . don't you understand, my Baby...
I didn't need, I didn't need, I mean ... it was so hard for me...
I just ... I saw you standing under the Shell pest strip late last
night, in the light, with your little nipples protruding through your
little see-thru thingie . . . and I just said "My god, my god" I gave
my sperm to this thing' . . . don't you understand?
So I grabbed you - but don't hold it against me - and now I just
. . . oh, you got me so hard ... I just... I didn't know what to do,
Magdalena . . . your mom will never know, Baby... and I wantcha
to come back to me ... I mean ... do you understand me?...
I want you to ... I'm down on my knees to ya, Magdalena
I wantcha ta walk back to me, Baby ... I wantcha to turn around
by the Sparkletts machine . . . that's it! that's it!... in the little
chartreuse hallway with the little neon Jesus picture on the wall
. . . and I want you to step, Baby, I want you to walk back in your
five inch spike heels that you got at Frederick's, same time you
and your mommy got that crotchless underwear last year for
Christmas . . . and I want you to stroll back to me, Baby...
dontcha understand, Baby ... I want you to walk back... I'm
down on bended knees, Baby . .. I'm gonna, gonna take off your
little training bra . . . I'm gonna take off your little marooh hot
pants . . . I'm gonna get down on my knees, Baby... dontcha
understand what I'm saying to you . .. your mom will never know
. . . she's playing bridge with the girls . . . and you and I... you
and I will . . . Baby, it's you and I ... dontcha understand... we
can make love all night long . . . nobody will ever know... come
back, Magdalena! . . . please, little girl ... walk back to your
daddy . . . what did I do that was so wrong? ... my god. I was only
following my sexual impulse like I heard on the Johnny Carson
Show ... I got carried away . . . walk back, oh please, to your
daddy! . . . come on, Magdalena . . . to your daddy, Baby... your
mom will never know . . . come back to your daddy!...

 

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