Folks, this life is tough.
We both suffer such abuses.
Girls phoning day and night.
I've run out of excuses.
We're not bragging,
we're complaining.
And don't think this is treason.
We know we're not
good looking.
Our proboscises are the reason.
Who's got all the charm?
Tyranny and hope.
Who's got all the personal
ity?
Hope and Tyranny.
Who's got all the sav -o -fair?
Tyranny and hope.
Who's got all the money?
Crosby.
Honest, this is not just a lot of noise.
We wish there was something
we could do for other boys.
No wonder fellas in this town
walk around with a great big
frown.
They're jealous of the
boys with the proboscis.
They beg for dates with all the chicks,
but we have to beat them
off with sticks.
No one liked the boys with the proboscis.
Our secret is variety,
that's what we found.
My nose turns up
and my nose turns down
We get an awful problem
every time we get too
close we lock bumpers
You'd think this life would make us smile
but it gets boring after a while
Don't blame us if we
sit around and mope
Now analyze our assets
from our profile to our chassis
I've got so much more
than Gregory
I've got so much more than Lassie
So if you've got a sweetie
and you plan to elope,
beware of the boys of the Proposkis.
Ah, Jim, my nose has never
been any handicap
when it comes to girls.
Why, in one night
I once went out with five girls.
So what? In one night
I once went out with ten girls.
Well, on my dresser
I've got pictures
of twenty beautiful girls.
On my dresser
I've got pictures of forty beautiful girls.
uh -huh well
I've been proposed to by 50 girls
but I've been proposed
to by a hundred girls
well oh no you don't this time you
go first
so if you've got a sweetie and
you plan to elope
beware of the boys with the I'm pop this.