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| I bought my man some after-shave |
| A quite expensive spicy one |
| And before he'd used it twice |
| He sold it to our son. |
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| The boy said, "Hands off, Dad, it's mine" |
| And so I got him still another |
| He kept this for two whole days |
| Then sold it to someone's brother. |
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| The third one he would surely keep |
| For its fragrance he'd begun to crave |
| But, alas, he lost it to the grocer |
| Who just had to have that after-shave! |
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| Thinking I was getting angry |
| He guessed he'd try to make amends |
| He bought me a luscious spray cologne |
| But that's not where the story ends. |
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| He promised me most faithfully |
| My new cologne he wouldn't sell |
| But he changed the school kids game |
| From "Show and Tell" to "See and Smell". |
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| He carries it around with him |
| And sprays a little now and then |
| And you know who comes a-running? - |
| A few ladies - but mostly men. |
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| Should I sit down and weep because |
| Each day my bottle's getting drier? |
| How can I when I know each week |
| Our bank account is going higher! |
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| The moral of the story is -- |
| You guys who say you just can't sell |
| Try wearing it or spraying it |
| These products were both made to SMELL! |
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