Monica Davis

[intro]

[verse]
Bees with their knees on the honeypot trees
And their eyes cast down to the snow,
The preacher with ants in his pants in the pulpit,
Bip-Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh.

[refrain]
Bop shi-lah-lah quin,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh.

[verse]
She stares at the bears in the tinsel arena,
The walls of the city laid low,
Nobody talks as she walks to the culprit,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh.

[refrain]
Bop shi-lah-lah quin,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh

[chorus]
If only you knew,
What Monica Davis could do.
Bip-Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh.


[bridge]
The rush of the hush as she hums in the corner,
See the band starting to slow...
Horns tipping bluenotes right out of their bellies,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh


[instrumental]

[verse]
Eyes on the prize in the elephant skies,
With the fireflies starting to glow,
The ladies with bats in their hats in the belfy,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh.

[refrain]
Bop shi-lah-lah quin,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh.

[verse]
She scats with the cats in the be-bop ensemble,
Her hair in a velveteen bow,
Everyone says that she's looking unhealthy,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh.

[refrain]
Bop shi-lah-lah quin,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin,
Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh

[chorus]
If only you knew,
What Monica Davis could do.
Bip-Bop shi-lah-lah quin, d'oh.

[outro]

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