Marilyn

When he was about seventeen
He stole a magazine
«dancing queen»
The front page girl called marilyn
She looked pretty, lean
And quite obscene
He knew
She’d never let him down
Like every other one in town
She was the only one
Marilyn the dancing queen
Was smiling from his
TV screen
Marilyn the dancing queen
Was always loving in his
Sweetest dream
He tried to call the magazine
Left a massage on
Their answer machine
That he’s in love with marilyn
If she could phone him back
He would be keen
He knew
She’d never let him down
Like every other one in town
She was the only one
Marilyn the dancing queen
Was smiling from his
TV screen
Marilyn the dancing queen
Was always loving in his
Sweetest dream