Snake

Me and Snake talk about you Every day I can't wait to see your face And he tells me he feels the same We lie awake We're tired but we can't get to sleep I'm tired 'cause I've scraped through the day He's tired because he's been out late, again And there he lies Staring up with his big gay eyes And whispers to me "Aren't you tired?" "I'm tired of missing day" I'll wait with Snake He's soft inside but not as soft as you I love that snake but I love you more He's no substitute I'll wake, I'll wake with you soon Yesterday Snake told me about the time When we came to meet you off the plane We all drove home in? He was proud and awfully glad that I took him out I said "How does New York sound?" He said "It sounds quite loud" So pack your pipes, pack your chapstick And your tights Won't you phone me out at night? We're going to visit you We'll take a camera And go to the zoo And take pictures of other snakes With you and hope one turns out to be gay I'll wait with Snake He's soft inside but not as soft as you I love that snake but I love you more He's no substitute I'll wake, I'll wake with you soon