On 2023-01-08, Charlie Gibbs <cgi...@surfnaked.ca> wrote: > > To heck with it, let's just fall back on Allan Sherman's > description of a dejected man from Mars searching for his > girlfriend, who's... > > Eight foot two, solid blue > Five transistors in each shoe > Has anybody seen my gal? > > Lucite nose, rustproof toes > And when her antenna glows > She's the cutest Martian gal > > You know she promised me, recently > She wouldn't stray > But came the dawn, she was gone > Eighteen billion miles away > > Her steering wheel has sex appeal > Her evening gown is stainless steel > Has anybody seen my gal? > > > How I miss all the bliss > Of her sweet hydraulic kiss > Has anybody seen my gal? > > Lovely shape, custom built > Squeeze her wrong and she says TILT > Has anybody seen my gal? > > She does the cutest tricks with her six > Stereo ears > When she walks by, spacemen cry > 'Specially when she shifts her gears > > If she's found, run like mad > Put her on a launching pad > Down at Cape Can-av-er-al > And shoot me back my cutie > My supersonic beauty > Send me back my Martian gal
I don't remember that one. But I do remember: Hello Muddah, hello Faddah Here I am at Camp Grenada Camp is very entertaining And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining... I don't why, but I get a kick out of that. I personally went to Wally Moon's Baseball Camp in Covina when I was a kid. Didn't get much rain there. In fact, I recall it being quite hot and dusty.
