The Hoochy Coochy
A mate of mine
He's a bit of a prude
He thinks pollinating flowers
Is something rude
I have to help him
When the time comes
He gets all shy
And he's all thumbs
He talks to them nicely
"Your a pretty yellow"
"Here Mrs flower"
"Meet your new fellow"
And thats where he stops
He just hasn't got the heart
To finish the job
And do the important part
"She's not ready"
"To be a mother"
"They've only just met"
"They hardly know each other"
"Shouldn't we marry them"
"Or at least dim the light"
"I just can't do this"
"It doesn't seem right"
Thats when I take over
It's all up to me
To do what I call
The hoochy coochy
You stand back
And close your eyes
And I'll do the deed
Before she dies
When the jobs all over
Just for a joke
I lie down by the flower
And light up a smoke
(c)
Tony Hickman