Modesty Personified - Dramarama

I met a girl called Ian

She was a European

I guess I wasn’t seein' too straight

I left my friends behind me

I knew that they would find me

I’m great, ya, ya, ya

I met a girl called Phyllis

She talked like Dobie Gillis

And Willis Reed was her favorite Knick

I told her she was gorgeous

Heard all about the Bourges

I’m sick, ya, ya, ya

I never thought

I was the king of my men

I never wanted eleven

Because I always got ten

If I tell someone, do it over

Then they do it again

I never ever come on silly or odd

I never liked the competition

So I don’t worship God

I’m never stupid or mistaken

Or a jerk or a clod, oh yeah

I met a girl called Rifle

She changed her name to Trifle

Her life all bright

And now with a 'T'

We lay out in the garden

I tried to beg her pardon

I’m free, ya, ya, ya

I never ever come on silly or odd

I never liked the competition

So I don’t worship God

I’m never stupid or mistaken

Or a jerk or a clod

I never laugh at you or sing mere O’s

I know you said nobody’s perfect

But I figure I’m close

Somebody said I was a trifle verbose

Yeah, I don’t care

I can do anything I want to

Anytime I want to

Anywhere I want to