Won't You Be My Betty Boop?

Lyrics

Won't You Be My Betty Boop? Baby, Won't You Be My Betty Boop, with the garter-belt stockings and the boop-boop-a-doop, those baby-doll eyes and the ruby red lips, that little flapper dress on your cartoon hips, we’d be smooching in the moonlight upon my stoop lifting up my spirit when it starts to droop, Yeah, Baby won't you be my Betty Boop? And I could be your Pepe Le Pu with musky pheromones sitting next to you. or I could be your P-Porky Pig s-stuttering sweet nothings through your bouffant wig. Oh Baby, won't you be my Olive Oyl, cause every sea-faring man needs a long-leggedy goil, with her hair pulled tight in a little black bun, and those button-up boots with your socks undone, you’d be shivering me timber all around the woil, with spinach from a can to help me strength recoil, Yeah Baby won't you be my Olive Oyl? And I could be your Elmer Fudd, your really quite romantic, he-man stud, or I could be your Daffy Duck w-whooping up and down when you pucker up. Yeah Baby, won't you be my Minnie Mouse clicking in those little, red heels all around my house with that polka-dot bow between your little mouse ears and that squeaky little voice that my heart endears, with your frilly panties peeping ‘neath your skirt and blouse, there’d be lots of Minnie magnetism to degauss, Yeah Baby won't you be my Minnie Mouse? And maybe I could be your Pepe Le Pu? Baby if you’ll be my Betty Boop… Boopedy boop ba doop boop boop ba doop!

Credits

Lyrics Credits: Jeff Root

Music Credits: Jeff Root

Producer Credits: Jeff Root

Metadata

Song Length: 2:47

Primary Genre: Rock-General

Secondary Genre: Rock-Alternative