|Joanne Collins had no|
trouble with her kazoo
"Those legs, oh those legs,
Stop pointing them at me
I see you're from Brazil,
Or at least you appear to be."
In "Mr. Right," Morris sympathizes with the plight of the single woman looking for that perfect guy.
"I know who you're looking for,
And I can tell you he's not here.
He's got looks like a handsome movie star,
A body that's just insane,
The money of a Wall Street banker,
And a rocket surgeon brain.
It's not hard to figure out
I'm not that kind of man.
But I've got a giving heart,
And I'll help out out if I can."
Then comes the chorus:
To kiss and hold you tight
And you won't find me dancing
Through your dreams every night.
I'm not the guy they sing about
In those lovey-dovey songs
Why don't you just do me
Really, who could refuse such a generous offer?