©1986 Neal Gladstone
Honey maker won’t you be my baker
Toast me golden brown
I’ve been risin, need some supervisin
Please don’t turn me down
She said Whoa, you best forget your plan
You’re not my kind of man
Now get out while you can
Lovely creature won’t you be my teacher
We could PhD
I’ve been yearnin for the higher learnin
You could give to me
She said Whoa now why don’t you get smart
We’re much too far apart
And I’ll just break your heart
(he likes jam and she likes jelly
he like Keats and she likes Shelley
he likes fall and she likes summer)
Sweet musician
Give me an audition
Don’t be so unkind
I will write you something to delight you
And help you change your mind
She said Whoa now let’s get one thing clear
Your love’s not wanted here
Why don’t you disappear
(he likes blue and she likes yellow
he plays pool and she plays cello
he likes fall and she likes summer
he likes warm and she likes chilly
he likes smart and she likes silly
he likes fall and she likes summer…)