The Duke Regains His Chops

And you'll be my Douchess

My Douchess of Prunes

A moonbeam through the prune

In June

Reveals your chest

I see your lovely beans

And in that magic go-kart

I bite your neck

The cheese I have for you

My dear

Is real

And very new!

(New cheese!)

Prunes!

(Pah-Da-Dahhh!)

If they are fresh prunes . . .

(Pah-Da-Dahhh!)

Know no cheese!

(Chunka Chunka Chinky Chunky Stinky Stanky . . . )

And they just lie there

Drowning & sickening

And it's just . . . I dunno

Oh-h-h-h-h!

And I know

I think

The love I have for you

Will never end

Well . . . maybe

(Whah!)

And so my love

I offer you

A love that is strong

A prune that is true!

(Ha Ha!)

This is the exciting part . . .

It's like the SUPREMES...

See the way it builds up

BABY BABY

D'ya feel it?

BABY BABY

My prune is yours, my love

My cheese for you

My baby prune

My baby prune

I do like you

My baby cheese etc., etc.

You know I do

My dear

I love you etc., etc.

Oh cheesy fat

Oh cheesy fat

Oh cheesy fat

Oh baby fat

Oh cheesy fat

Oh baby blue