A special song for a very special lady. My Fool complained about having to do this, but I made him. Unfortunately he was able to sabotage some of the lyrics before I could stop him. Oh dear.
A wav file and an abc file.
And, for reference, here are the lyrics. They are also in the abc file, as it happens. Very sensible, that.
The lady Wrenaya is the one I adore
Her beauty is perfection, she hasn't a flaw
I'd gaze at her all morning, then I'd go back for more
(What a shame she's 21 and you're 84)
Her figure is perfect, not too fat or too thin
Flowers fill the footsteps where Wrenaya has been
I would be so happy if her heart I could win
(What a shame you're fat and bald and ugly as sin)
Chorus:
Ooooooo...... Wrenaya
Ooooooo...... Wrenaya
Ooooooo...... Wrenaya
You're the one for me
Ooooooo.......Wrenaya
You're my soul's delight
You're my muse, my inspiration
The light that lets me see
When I see Wrenaya, I stammer and blush
My great sophistication all departs in a rush
My legs turn into jelly and my brain into mush
(There's not a lot to change, you've got the brains of a thrush)
I shaved my head on Monday, 'cause I know it looks great
I must impress Wrenaya so she'll be my mate
If it takes a thousand years, well, I don't mind the wait
(What a shame you're old and fat and fifty years late)
(Chorus, etc)
Wrenaya is a beauty, as I'm sure you have heard
She plays like an angel and sings like a bird
I'd dance on molten metal if she just said the word
(What a shame you're old and bald and smell like a turd)
(Chorus, etc)
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