Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sweet Beatrice, artist - Adam Sandler. Album song What's Your Name?, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 04.09.1997
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Sweet Beatrice |
Hanging with my sweet amour |
She came out with a lion’s roar |
Yelling, «I'm going to the corner store, |
Be back at quarter to four» |
«Don't slam your pinkies in the drawer» |
She can be like a maiden from the days of yore |
Hanging out at Studio 54 |
Break dancing on the slick brick disco floor |
With Lionel Richie |
Who, by the way, was a Commodore |
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle tooth boar |
Who couldn’t breat right since the Vietnam War |
Then she played Chinese Checkers with Skeletor |
And went camping with Eva Gabor |
She’s my sweet Beatrice |
She’s my sweet Beatrice |
She’s my sweet Beatrice |
And she’s coming home |
I got a picture of her down by the seashore |
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour |
Her hair’s up like Conway Twitty’s pompadour |
With the smile of Guy LeFleur |
She got the ups and downs like an elevator |
But deep inside she’s a marshmellow smore |
Can bake a cake as big as Jupitor |
Either or, Neithor nor |
She’ll share it with your Labrador |
She can run faster than a blazing meteor |
Loves Winnie the Pooh and his friend Eeyore |
Can make a pipe out of an apple core |
That’s a trick she learned from Roberto Parrish |
Down in Ecuador |
You know why? |
She’s my sweet Beatrice |
She’s my sweet Beatrice |
She’s my sweet Beatrice |
And she’s coming home |
Well, for sure she opened the door |
Whipped out a 3-ft fishing lure |
Sexually, that made me insecure |
Like the time I was a roadie |
On Elton John’s tour |
She said, «Let's go catch some Piscatore!» |
I said, «Beatrice, you don’t eat fish no more.» |
She said, «By God, you’re right!» |
So we took ourselves a snore |
And when we woke up 10 hours later |
We made Love Du Jour |
She’s my sweet Beatrice |
She’s my sweet Beatrice |
She’s my sweet Beatrice |
And she came home |
She likes to clean out the attic every now and then |
She’s gonna knit me a brand new golfing bag |
We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne movie |
Then we gonna free all the doggies at the kennel |
She gonna try on my third grade mittens |
She’ll keep 'em on even though they’re way too small |
Well, she ain’t never gonna hurt me She ain’t never gonna let me down |
She ain’t never gonna tell nobody |
I’m afraid of birds and spiders |
Well, Bea-bea-bea-beatrice |
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice |
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice |
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice |
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice |
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice |
And she loves Pat Summerall |