(Hank Nelson) Darling, do you talk to Irving when here alone? What are all these to Irvine on the telephone? Just then that phone as I picked it up I knew I handed it to her and "It's Irving, dear, for you" I'd stolen her away from many years before But she still dreams of she wants Irving more and more Irving over breakfast, Irving through the day Even when we're making There's in the way She's got Irving inside her and Irving won't out Though nothing about Irving to write home about I hold her and we kiss It's that and Irving this Her six-letter word for bliss is She not feel strongly about Ogden or Eugene Norman, Austin, Gary, Jackson, Hannibal or Rochester, Pierre, Orlando, Sherman, or Lee Marlin, Milton, Bradley, Homer, Troy, St. or me night I wail and weep She mumbles "Iirngg" in her How'd it get in her so deep, Irving? I've always thought that was featureless and bland But has a hold on her that I can't understand They'll always be together even when miles apart got I-R-V-I-N-G tatooed on her heart She's got Irving inside her and Irving's there to "Irving, Irving, Irving, Irving'"s all she would say my heart was broken I heard the she'd spoken I bought her a bus back to Irving The bus was silver, I was As I bid my adieu And I sent her back to Irving