Song parody of
DoubleDecker Wendy
by Za's Stair
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He thought himself well-prepared
And not a fool like the others
With manner light and visage fair
He swam like a periscope among otters
With heavy pulse and open hands
And fingerprints within blotters
He met her by the peach tree stands
And she left him wedged in the gutters
He knows that isolation is trendy
And pockets seem to sanctify
The one piece of truth you can send me
He knows that all in all it doesn't work
And hardly could he be ready
For DoubleDecker Wendy
He proposed to her quite lickety-split
And not once but twice did she flay him
Then all at once she got the grip
And saw her chance for mayhem
He knows that isolation is trendy
And products seek to sanctify
The one piece of truth you can send me
He knows that all in all it doesn't work
And hardly could he be ready
For DoubleDecker Wendy
The bed she made must have been tuna
For it was filled with fishermen and seamen
They told him he was most revered
For he had jumped through a ring to be with them
He thought himself well-prepared
And not a fool like the others
With manner light and visage fair
He swam like a periscope among otters
With heavy pulse and open hands
And fingerprints within blotters
He met her by the peach tree stands
And she left him wedged in the gutters
He knows that isolation is trendy
And pockets seem to sanctify
The one piece of truth you can send me
He knows that all in all it doesn't work
And hardly could he be ready
For DoubleDecker Wendy
He proposed to her quite lickety-split
And not once but twice did she flay him
Then all at once she got the grip
And saw her chance for mayhem
He knows that isolation is trendy
And products seek to sanctify
The one piece of truth you can send me
He knows that all in all it doesn't work
And hardly could he be ready
For DoubleDecker Wendy
The bed she made must have been tuna
For it was filled with fishermen and seamen
They told him he was most revered
For he had jumped through a ring to be with them
