THE HUNKHe was called Suitcase Simpson
A hunk in disguise with coat hanger shoulders improbably wide His duck egg blue jacket Hung down to his hips Over black velvet trousers With bicycle clips Miss Daisy did marvel When he swaggered by With his shiny gold watch And a gleam in his eye She sighed when he rippled His muscles so strong She swooned when he kissed her All the night long He laughed with a sneer At the gang lads in town Who jeered as he strutted With Daisy on arm His lopsided smile Would tickle her fancy And she smiled with fine pride When they saw her friend Nancy ‘Tho Suitcase was tough In his heart he was true And Miss Daisy just loved Her big hunk in blue So if you go down Into town any day You’ll see Suitcase and Daisy And their baby named Fay. |