John Dooley Malleyback Miller the Third Nineteen and hadn't yet spoken a word But let me speak a word in his defense His life so drab that it made better sense To hang his head down low Nothing is exciting when you got no place to go Everything's so bad Even the tomatoes at the market look so sad Opens his eyes, course it's raining again C'mon Dooley, get out of bed if you can Down to the laundry mat, don't make a sound Just watch your clothes go around and around All along the way Dooley wondered, will he ever have one thing to say Then he saw her there She's getting closer as he floats right through the air 'You're preeeetty,' he said Not going like he had planned in his head She smiled as if she had seen him before And as he's picking his clothes off the floor She says 'What's your name?' Crimey, can't believe it, he's about to go insane Why's she look at me? Dooley spins around and finds the door and he is free! Hops on his moped and scurries away But all he sees is her smiling face 'Just tell me, tell me, what is your name? Tell me, tell me, oh' Whips around, just look at him singing away Dooley, sing it, yeah Go, go moped, go Gotta tell her something that i know she wants to know ...