There was a man
A little ole man
Who lived in montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
With a see-thru blouse
Who loved to grunt and ball - -
And her name was magdalena
The little ole man
Came home one night
To his house in montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
She looks all right!
And he reached for a t**
And grabbed it tight
And threw her up
Against the wall
(blue cross!)
Magdalena, my daughter dear,
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard,
Dont you understand,
Making maple syrup
For the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
The little ole man
With the grubby little hand
Who lived in montreal
Was drooling a bit
As he reached for her t**
And he said to himself:
This gonna be it!
But the girl turned around
And said: go eat s***!
And ran on down the hall.
Right on, magdalena!
My daughter dear,
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard,
Dont you understand,
Making maple syrup
For the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
Magdalena, dont you tease me like this
Right in the hallway with your blouse and your t***
If your mommy ever finds us like this
Shell call a lawyer, oh how mom will be p*****
Doodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uh
Doodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uh
Magdalena, magdalena, magdalena, magdalena,
Daughter of the smog-filled winds of los angeles,
Id like to take you in the closet
And take off your little clothes
Until youre virtually stark raving nude,
Spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body
And take you down to hollywood boulevard
And we can, we can walk down the streets
By the stars that say john provost and leo g. carrol
Together, baby.
We can go dancing up at the cina grill ... cant you see it: frank pernell and us, until dark ... dont you understand, my baby ... I didnt mean, I didnt need, I mean ... it was so hard for me
I just ... I saw you standing under the shell pest strip late last night, in the light, with your little nipples protruding through your little see-thru thingie...and I just said my god, my god
Ave my s**** to this thing...and now I just,...oh you got me so hard, I just, I dont know what to do magdalena, dont you understand? so I grabbed you - but, but dont hold it against me - I m
Your mom will never know, baby ... and I wantcha to come back to me... I mean... do you understand me? ... I want you to... Im down on my knees to ya, magdalena... I wantcha ta walk back to me,
.. I wantcha to turn around by the sparkletts machine... thats it! thats it!... in the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon jesus picture on the wall... and I want you to step, baby,
Nt you to walk back in your f
Ive inch spike heels that you got at fredericks, same time you and your mommy got that crotchless underwear last year for the christmas... and I want you to stroll back to me, baby... walk back
, dontcha understand me baby... I want you to walk back... Im down on bended knees, baby... Im gonna, Im gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra...dont you understand me. Im gonna t
Ff you little maroon hot pants... Im gonna get down on my knees, baby... dontcha understand what Im saying to you... your mom will never know... shes playing bridge with the girls... and you
... you and I will... baby, its just you and i... dontcha understand... we can make love all night long... nobody will ever know... come on, magdalena! ...please, little girl... walk back to yo
Ddy... what did I do that was so wrong? ...my god, I was only following the s**ual impulse like I heard on the johnny carson show...from a book or something I wrote, I didnt know what I was doin
Got carried away... walk bac
K, oh please, to your daddy!... come on, magdalena... to your daddy, baby... your mom will never know... come back to you daddy!...
A little ole man
Who lived in montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
With a see-thru blouse
Who loved to grunt and ball - -
And her name was magdalena
The little ole man
Came home one night
To his house in montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
She looks all right!
And he reached for a t**
And grabbed it tight
And threw her up
Against the wall
(blue cross!)
Magdalena, my daughter dear,
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard,
Dont you understand,
Making maple syrup
For the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
The little ole man
With the grubby little hand
Who lived in montreal
Was drooling a bit
As he reached for her t**
And he said to himself:
This gonna be it!
But the girl turned around
And said: go eat s***!
And ran on down the hall.
Right on, magdalena!
My daughter dear,
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear
Do not be concerned when your
Canadian daddy comes near.
I work so hard,
Dont you understand,
Making maple syrup
For the pancakes of our land.
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
Do you have any idea?
What that can do to a man
What that can do to a man?
Magdalena, dont you tease me like this
Right in the hallway with your blouse and your t***
If your mommy ever finds us like this
Shell call a lawyer, oh how mom will be p*****
Doodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uh
Doodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uh
Magdalena, magdalena, magdalena, magdalena,
Daughter of the smog-filled winds of los angeles,
Id like to take you in the closet
And take off your little clothes
Until youre virtually stark raving nude,
Spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body
And take you down to hollywood boulevard
And we can, we can walk down the streets
By the stars that say john provost and leo g. carrol
Together, baby.
We can go dancing up at the cina grill ... cant you see it: frank pernell and us, until dark ... dont you understand, my baby ... I didnt mean, I didnt need, I mean ... it was so hard for me
I just ... I saw you standing under the shell pest strip late last night, in the light, with your little nipples protruding through your little see-thru thingie...and I just said my god, my god
Ave my s**** to this thing...and now I just,...oh you got me so hard, I just, I dont know what to do magdalena, dont you understand? so I grabbed you - but, but dont hold it against me - I m
Your mom will never know, baby ... and I wantcha to come back to me... I mean... do you understand me? ... I want you to... Im down on my knees to ya, magdalena... I wantcha ta walk back to me,
.. I wantcha to turn around by the sparkletts machine... thats it! thats it!... in the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon jesus picture on the wall... and I want you to step, baby,
Nt you to walk back in your f
Ive inch spike heels that you got at fredericks, same time you and your mommy got that crotchless underwear last year for the christmas... and I want you to stroll back to me, baby... walk back
, dontcha understand me baby... I want you to walk back... Im down on bended knees, baby... Im gonna, Im gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra...dont you understand me. Im gonna t
Ff you little maroon hot pants... Im gonna get down on my knees, baby... dontcha understand what Im saying to you... your mom will never know... shes playing bridge with the girls... and you
... you and I will... baby, its just you and i... dontcha understand... we can make love all night long... nobody will ever know... come on, magdalena! ...please, little girl... walk back to yo
Ddy... what did I do that was so wrong? ...my god, I was only following the s**ual impulse like I heard on the johnny carson show...from a book or something I wrote, I didnt know what I was doin
Got carried away... walk bac
K, oh please, to your daddy!... come on, magdalena... to your daddy, baby... your mom will never know... come back to you daddy!...