Florentine Pogen

She was the daughter of a wealthy Florentine Pogen Read 'em 'n weep Was her adjustable slogan She was a debutante daisy With a color-note organ Deep in the street She drove a '59 Morgan That's the kinda step she takes When her hot breaks hot breaks That's the kinda sound she makes (Ooh, let go uh me) When her crab cakes (Arf arf arf) She didn't like it when her fan belt Shrunk and got shorter (Ointment) Battery leak could nearly cost her a quarter She didn't want to go home An' watch the pestle go mortar Later she speaks On how Perellis might court her Na-na-na-noo She was the daughter Ah-ah-ahhh Of a wealthy Florentine Pogen Po-oh-wo-oh-oh Po-oh-wo-oh-oh Po-oh-wo-oh-oh Ga-ya-ee-annnn Read 'em 'n weep Read 'em 'n weep Read 'em 'n weep Chester's go-rilla She go quack Chester's go-rilla She go oink Chester's go-rilla She go moo Chester's go-rilla She go Hratche-plche Hratche-plche