Shuttle and field his zingers Like you're hired to. Miss Rice you're through. Hustle and field his stupid zingers, Unlucky poor little you. Hustle, but keep on stalling, Like he says to. Why cry "Boo-hoo"? Just dodge the fallout His stall plops on poor little you. This time, old girl, it's apparent your gender Won't help your big-time spender Inveigle Hezbollah's surrender So your boy can reward brilliant you. Hustle and field his zingers Like you're supposed to. Miss Rice you're through. Unlucky little girl you.
Music by Richard Rodgers |