I'll get me some hotties, a triad
At least--hell, I'll go for a score.
The one who swims great, like a naiad
I'll take to the spray of the shore.
But yes I will have to remember
Each name during a tête-à-tête.
Juggled loves, all the dames, all the dates, what a pain!
I feel fettered, though I fete.

Juggled loves are makin' me sapped
And drivin' me crazy.
Juggled loves; I feel like I'm trapped
With so many ladies.

My ladies have got to be juggled,
Their numbers all loll by my phone,
So if Nan should call and I answer,
I don't blithely blurt out: "Hello, Joan!"
Let's see--she's the one who's the dancer;
It's Diane the naiad who swims.
Keep the pattern in my brain
So I don't snore "Lorraine"
When I'm sacked out with one of two Kims.

Juggled loves are makin' me sapped
And drivin' me crazy.
Juggled loves; there's one on my lap,
And her name escapes me.

One week there is too much commotion;
My mind becomes like a squalled storm.
I'm seized by the silliest notion:
To sleep with them all in a dorm
But realize it's a delusion;
I think all my sweeties would scream,
And then I would live in seclusion
'cause they'd ditch me, not swive as a team.

Juggled-love trends I start to track. . .
Discover in AZ
Juggled loves by "Saints" who are "Jack". . .
Bed bevies of ladies.

Juggled loves--I hit the road Jack,
Make home now in AZ.
Juggled loves--I am in the sack
With twenty wed ladies.