Sherman Allan - Kiss Of Myer lyrics

Di-de-di-de-di-de-di (Di-de-di-de-di-de-di) Di-de-di-de-di-de-di (Di-de-di-de-di-de-di) Di-de-di-de-di-de-di (Di-de-di-de-di-de-di) Di-de-di-de-di-de-di (Di-de-di-de-di-de-di) The girls go crazy when they get a kiss from Myer A kiss from Myer is the acme of desire The kiss of Myer makes their temperature get higher The kiss of Myer lit the great Chicago fire He has a way that makes the ladies feel exalted He'll take you out and treat you to a chocolate malted And some pistachio nuts, a nickel's worth, unsalted And after that, little girl, you're through He'll try to lure you, one night when stars are twinkly, He'll call and say, "Come over, we'll watch TV" But I a**ure you, you'll see no Huntley-Brinkley, 'Cause Myer hasn't got a TV set What does he need it? He'd never use it To him, the late late show is you! The kiss of Myer is so sweet that none is sweeter The girls can't wait for him to come and read their meter He's known all over as the Bronx La Dolce Vita The Cary Grant of the Grand Concourse Whatever Myer wants, Myer gets And that's his name His name is Myer Goetz!