Show me your thing <br />I’m traveled and lonely <br />and I’ve lost my spy ring <br />The professor sits high <br />and stares at the sky <br />While the skipper sits quietly <br />and eats her big pie. <br />Ginger’s just there… <br />she keeps fixing her hair <br />And Thruston is bloated <br />he won’t move from that chair <br />Lovey, Oh Lovey… <br />won’t you show me your thing <br />I’ll wind up that record <br />and find something to sing <br />Lovey, Oh Lovey… <br />won’t you show me your thing<br /><br />Maynard Hartman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovey-oh-lovey/