Ewe Don’t Play Me Love Songs Anymore

There was a knock on my reputation,
So I answered it,
And the knocker,
Standing on my Home,Sweet Home doormat,
Said ruefully,
There are sheep in the meadow.
I almost said,
Bah, bah Alabama,
But it was beneath my dignity
As a Speedo model
And oil boy at a massage parlor.
I told her I had no interest in jammin’
With lambs on the lea.
But if she could offer me toasted nut bread,
Buttered by an Irish Bolshevik,
Then, I said,
I would be her dance partner.