She had blonde hair and blue eyes.
And she wore a yellow dress.
Looking ripe for hot passion.
To savor in sliced banana fashion.
Her boyfriend peeling off the dress.
For a sweet love fest.

All the guys fell at her feet.
Because she looked so sweet.
Walking in the rain under her yellow umbrella.
Smiling at all the fellas.
To be under that yellow umbrella was their wish.
So that they could cover such a sweet dish.

60 red roses for 60 beautiful years that they spent together.
60 red roses for making it through all kinds of weather.
60 red roses for 60 years of wonderful love.
60 red roses for 60 years of more happiness than the heavens above.
60 red roses for a loving wife.
60 red roses for a sweetheart for life.

Little Daphne started to skip.
While eating a bag of Lay's Potato Chips.
The autumn wind began to blow.
And the leaves put on a dance show.
A leaf fell softly in little Daphne's hair.
Just another part of nature's colorful flair.

She was in such a rut.
She just wanted to go off to an island and live in a hut.
Spending time eating bananas and coconuts.
Palm trees and moonlit nights under a beautiful sky.
Just looking at the stars and enjoying time passing by.

They called him New York Red.
He had a hair full of long dreads.
He was the neighborhood ****.
He made his money selling hard drugs.
If someone crossed him and didn't pay.
They would be dead before the sun came up the next day.

They looked up into the night sky and saw a sign.
One that blew their minds.
They saw two shooting stars.
Racing through the sky so fast.
They knew that their love would always last.
As the shooting stars flew past.