I find myself missing a couple o’ thing,

First, is the angel that wears my ring,

Oh, how much I desire that little girl I love,

More than one way she fits me like a glove,

She has things upon which I like to chew,

For some of the pious it’ll embarrass you,

So good my little lady of exotic taste is,

Not the type of thing to add cheese whiz,

Now I’d love to have my little girl near,

Baby girl would mind to bring me a beer,

But you’re not here and I’m hungry a bit,

Now I can’t remember the name of it,

It’s puffs of yellow with a corn flavor maybe,

If you’d bring me some I’ll kiss you gratefully,

So, please bring a beer and yellow things,

Sit next and we’ll see what the night brings.

The end.  I love you baby,  Pat