But Lord not any quicker than according to plan
How he loved her pudding
Served promptly at ten o'clock
Miss Marry Ann preferred her meat
Served promptly at seven
Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other
And how he loved her apple pies
How he loved her chicken breasts
Miss Marry Ann began to have
Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other
He came in and then back out quickly
He had no antlers, he had no center
Real hard about her future
Served promptly at ten o'clock
Miss Marry Ann had a man
Miss Marry Ann started to think
He had no enter and he had no exit
Miss Marry Ann kept her cans
Man that woman was truly sickly
His hair was short and prickly
They made porcupine love, porcupine love
So stiff and stuck and prickly
How he loved her pudding
Miss Marry Ann kept her man
Served promptly at seven
And on that day as scheduled
And promptly at eleven heaven
And promptly at eleven heaven
And how he loved her apple pies
How he loved her meat loaf
In porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves
Served promptly at eight o'clock
He came in and then back out quickly
Named Stan, Stan Butler
How he loved her meat loaf
To be freshly butchered
Oh, she killed him rather quickly
Some thoughts of murder
But Lord not any sicker than according to plan
In alphabetical order
And on that day as scheduled
Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other
How he loved her chicken breasts
Served promptly at eight o'clock
But Lord not any quicker than according to plan
