Holy Holly
She don't approve at all
She thinks that she's a pony
Prancing in the front hall
She sleeps with a saddle on
Gets up and rides at dawn
Nobody knows what's wrong
But she can't keep her trousers on
Humpty Ma-dumpty
She's all better now
She thought that she was somebody else for a while
A house at the North Pole
She went for her daily stroll
Wearin' a wig and a mink stole
She's the daughter of rock and roll
Ivy boy
He couldn't be trusted
Even his face was an alias
Tried to be like Monty Hall
Living like a rubber ball
Found himself in Montreal
Ivy couldn't deal at all