Heavenly Harriet Hairpin
she’s as thin as a breath of fresh air
went walking one day with big Jimmy Kay
who, it’s said, doesn’t fit in a chair
She’s so thin that she don’t have a shadow
he’s so fat he can’t get through the door
in fact it is said he don’t fit in a bed
and has to sleep on the floor
She shouldn’t be with big Jimmy
they’re as suited as Olive and Bluto
it would be a mistake if she went with that fake
I might just punch him to Pluto
I’m the one who loves thin girls
they make me feel fresh and alive
my heart’s been on the boil for that sweet Olive Oyl
since I saw her in late fifty-five
