If Wendy Ever Had A "Real" Daughter She Would Be Like This....
My Heart Belongs To Daddy...
(Cole Porter)
My name is Lolita
And I'm not supposed to play with boys
What..?
While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don't follow through
'Cause my heart belongs to Daddy
If I invite a boy some night
To dine on my fine food and haddie
I just adore, his asking for more
But, my heart belongs to Daddy
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn't be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, dad
So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know that you're perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
'Cause my Daddy, he treats it so..
While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don't follow through
Shoo do ga do, shoo do ga do, ooo, Daddy
If I invite a boy some night
To cook up a fine enchilada
Though Spanish rice is all very nice
Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da, da da
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn't be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to my Daddy
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, dad
So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know that you're perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
'Cause Daddy, my Daddy
My little ol' Daddy treats it so
That little old man, he just treats it so good..
Seeing as this blog entry over at Wordpress is suddenly very popular again as people read "DryBaby" to remind them not to support the forthcoming album and the reasons why...
No doubt due to curiosity from this (already classic) blog-a-kickin'...
Very very popular indeed...
Sorry Lauren I'm afraid you've blown it bigtime and you know it..
("I Came Here To Blow My Chance At A Music Career.." etc)
You Chavvy Princess...
Two bands in a row which you've fucked up with your undiscipline...
"I've got to rehearse but I really wanna go shoppin' for shoes,hoop earrings,vodka and leopard skin shite...."
Ring any bells does it Miss Argos Catalogue...?
And as for name-dropping your father's (fading) reputation..
Maybe if he was Joe Strummer it might have counted for something..
In this biz we call show...
"My dad's Mick Jones from the Clash..."
"So..?"
"Just thought I'd mention it.."
"Well you thought wrong didn't you Miss Jones.."
You'd have been better off dropping your mother's name...
After all..
More people "knew" her in the late 70's and early 80's didn't they..?
(You had "Daisies" growin' in EVERY rock band's groupie garden..)
Jonesy was just the unlucky one whose sperm got through..
That's all...
Forget about dropping your "second mommy" name either...
"Wendy James was my Second Mommy in the 1990's..."
"You unlucky cow.."
Shame you're not Keith Allen's "drunken poke" innit..?
Might not be consigned to years of temp office work then..
"Cruelty thy name is DryBaby.."
Wendy "Second Mummy Not The Third One" James
Wink
See ya
D-R-Y-B-A-B-Y
