Ivy Boy

Polaris

Holy Holly,

She don't approve at all

She thinks that she's a pony

Prancing in the front hall

She sleeps with a saddle on

Gets up and rides at dawn

Nobody knows what's wrong

But she can't keep her trousers on



Humpty Mudumpty

She's all better now

She thought that she was somebody else for a while

A house at the North Pole

She went for her daily stroll

Wearin' a wig and a mink stole,

That she's the daughter of rock and roll.



Ivy boy, he couldn't be trusted

feeling his face was familiar

Tried to be like a monthly haul

Living like a rubber ball

Found himself in Montreal

Ivy couldn't deal at all