A l'hopital de la Salpetriere Un medecin connu, un grand patron La legion d'honneur a la boutonniere Devant les lits et la consultation Une fillette est
baby. My prune is yours my love, My cheese for you, My baby prunes, my baby prunes, my baby prunes, My baby prunes, my baby prunes, my baby prunes, Oh baby prunes
bite your neck The love I have for you My dear Is real And very new! Doh-Doh-Doh Doh-Doh Prune! (Pah-Da-Dahhh!) If it is a real prune... (Pah-Da-Dahhh
wooooooooooh lalalalalalalalalala woooh lalalalalala lalalalalalalalalala lalalalalala und ich sag Wasch dir ja mal wieder deine Pflaume woooooh wasch
She got to want, yeah, Ev'rything I can't give her But all that she wants, yeah, Is knowin' that I'm there with her River runs on down Nothin'll keep
made out of prunes "try a little if you dare" "nothing can compare" So we had some and now we swear We won't eat prunes again That
Last night your shadow fell upon my lonely room I touched your golden hair and tasted your perfume Your eyes were filled with love the way they used to
It's a lonely day in this house We are [unverified] in this house I'm so bored and jaded I'm so tired of feeling blue It's a sober day in this house
that magic go-kart I bite your neck The love I have for you, my dear Is real and very new Prune! (pa-da-dah!) If it is a real prune Knows no cheese
Dancing as their chance passed Promoting national trust And goose the tunnel for the ditch Your jokes are swelling whining tracks It?s a sign of the
So sick of calling your name That I think I would find you gone If you're sad and ??it better be king?? Like I play And I play right along And it doesn
We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore You seem markedly more And I'm oozing suprise But it's late in the day And you're well on your way What was
This plum is too ripe! - Sorry! Take away the golden moonbeam. Take away the tinsel sky. What at night seems oh so scenic May be cynic by and by. Take
J'ai l'impression qu'ils confondent Et la joconde, a moins qu'on la tonde C'est quand meme bien une brune Les brunes comptent pas pour des prunes Certaines
Plums.
We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore And you're markedly more And i'm oozing suprise But it's late in the day And you're well on your way What
warned us it's made out of prunes "Try a little if you dare" "Nothing can compare" So we had some and now we swear We won't eat prunes again That was