| Lyrics: | Kiss of Myer
Di-de-di-de-di-de-di. (di-de-di-de-di-de-di)
Di-de-di-de-di-de-di.
(di-de-di-de-di-de-di)
Di-de-di-de-di-de-di. (di-de-di-de-di-de-di)
Di-de-di-de-di-de-di.
(di-de-di-de-di-de-di)
The girls go crazy when they get a kiss from Myer.
A kiss
from Myer is the acme of desire.
The kiss of Myer makes their temperature get higher.
The
kiss of Myer lit the Great Chicago Fire.
He has a way that makes the ladies feel
exalted.
He'll take you out and treat you to a chocolate malted.
And some pistachio nuts,
a nickel's worth, unsalted.
And after that, little girl, you're through.
He'll try
to lure you, one night when stars are twinkly,
He'll call and say, "Come over, we'll watch
TV."
But I assure you, you'll see no Huntley-Brinkley,
'Cause Myer hasn't got a TV
set.
What does he need it?
He'd never use it.
To him, the Late Late Show is
you!
The kiss of Myer is so sweet that none is sweeter.
The girls can't wait for him
to come and read their meter.
He's known all over as the Bronx La Dolce Vita.
The Cary
Grant of the Grand Concourse.
Whatever Myer wants, Myer gets.
And that's his
name.
His name is Myer Goetz |
