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