In a gal-a da vinyl, honey,
You don't know that I'm loving you.
In a gal-a da vinyl, baby,
Sometimes I find that I must use glue.

You cannot come with me--
I understand.
But still you comfort me,
Planting my gland. . .
Don't need my hand.

In a gal-a divine; close-coupled
Are we when I am loving you.
In a gal-a da vinyl, breaking
Are your seams when I zealously woo.

Then the air comes at me
In blowing blasts,
And I must couple the
Fissure's flailed flaps
And patch the gap.

It's a gal-a divine I'm huggin'.
Once again I am loving you.
In a gal-a da vinyl, pasted
Is the crack I'm not wont to woo.

Once more you comfort me--
It's true romance.
And you look so comely;
I've got big plans:
Let's make the banns.