All day long have been humming part of a parody that I can't remember
completely.

Since it has been a slow day, thought I'd ask if anybody
remembers the whole thing which starts out:

Oh won't you tell me dear,

The size of your brassiere,

Twenty, thirty, or forty?

And if it's forty two,

Can I play with you,

Sunday, Monday, and always?

?????????????????


Lew

Gotch'er own private hell too, huh? Sorry, but unless you post the
music, the parody escapes me. However, here's something: "I could while
away the hours, conversing with the flowers, on laughter, love and
art". It's the tune that's important, you see. At least to me. Every
day it's a different tune... Tom
Lew Hodgett wrote:
All day long have been humming part of a parody that I can't remember
completely.

Since it has been a slow day, thought I'd ask if anybody
remembers the whole thing which starts out:

Oh won't you tell me dear,

The size of your brassiere,

Twenty, thirty, or forty?

And if it's forty two,

Can I play with you,

Sunday, Monday, and always?

?????????????????


Lew