*Would you be my girl ?
Would you be my girl ?
Would you be my, be my, be my girl ?(x3)

I was blue and lonely. I couldn't sleep a wink.
And I could only get unconscious if I'd had too much to drink.
There was somehow something wrong somewhere and each day
seemed gray and dead. The seeds of desperation were growing
in my head. I needed inspiration, a brand new start in life,
somewhere to place affection but I didn't want a wife. And then
by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine an ad that was
unusual the like I'd never seen： "Experience something different
with our new imported tie, she's loving, warm, inflatable
and a guarantee of joy."

She came all wrapped and garbled all pink m shriveled down.
A breath of air was all she needed to make her lose that frown.
I took her to the bedroom and pumped her with some life and
later in a moment that girl became my wife.

So I sit her in the corner and sometimes stroke her hair.
And when I'm feeling naughty I blow her up with air.
She's cuddly and she's bouncey. She's like a rubber ball.
I bounce her in the kitchen and I bounce her in the hall.

And now my life is different since Sally came my way.
I wake up in the morning and have her on a tray.
She's everything they said she was
and I wear a permanent grin.
And I lonly have to worry in case my girl wears thin.

Repeat*