Saturday Morning.

..sorry, cannot restrain myself. Saw this:

..and then found this..




..but I promise to seek kelp!

(Note: no beers were killed during the making of this post!)

For those who wish to sing along..

Her head is growing bald
Her feet are twice her size
She says it's not her fault
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

She'll turn the sprinklers on you
And dry you off with her thighs
She'll confuse the hell out of you
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

And she'll woo you
Then she'll moon you
And forget to pull her pants up
She's obnoxious
And she knows it
And she knows how to blow her nose up
All the boys think she's fried
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

(Do it dirty!)

She's ferocious
Narcoleptic
Ambidextrous
Supercalafragalisticexpialadocious
Bogus
Vegamatic
(she slices and she dices!)

All the boys think she's a guy
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

You're so lame
You probably think this song is about you
You're so lame
You're so lame, yeah

Jimmy Durante's nose
And Jimmy Walker's lips
Liberace's clothes
Shelly Duvall's hips
She's got Willy Nelson legs
And Nancy Reagan's spleen
Dolly Parton's lungs
She's got Leon Spinks' teeth
Bob Seger's pancreas

All the boys think she's some kind of guy
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

Legal shit..
Duration: 2:42
Release Date: 1981
Lyrics By: Bruce Baum & Richard Bright
Music By: Bruce Baum & Richard Bright
Produced By: Jimmie Haskell, Richard Bright, Roger Clark & Bruce Baum
Released By: Horn Records