B j don't cry

From the Frvous quill comes a story tale of love and illin'
Romeo found the balconey too high, ended up with second billin'
She loved in triplicate, left his heart a blank too fill in
Lost his faith imaculate when Cupid became a villain

CHORUS: B.J. don't cry no more
Wonders what his heart is beating for
He says he takes it muhc too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

In a fit of rage he tore down all her gifts and promises
Sick and tired of hearing 'bout those Harry, Dick and Thomases
Banished her for life he did, right then and there, from the premises
Onle his holy virgin queen, now on the scene, his nemesis

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He thought about his life, his heart began to rush
He buried the crown, found a bucket and a brush
B.J. paints town...

Now on the street our wounded soul is looking quite Gregarial
Heart or tin has shed his skin, given it a hefty burial
As with logic, as with reason, as with science actuarial
Rallied 'round the Frvous flag burnt the kitchen, raised the aerial

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Turn it over little man
He took a trip, B.J.'s on a train
Far far away, he'll be back again one rainy day

So there we have a story lived in person told by proxy
'Bout a mild-mannered mannequin, every Sunday hit the Roxy
Till there his own reflection, showed him his orthodoxy
Now he hikes the Himalayas, stuffs his letters full of moxie!

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