Lola by Todd Clark for January 26, 2013

Her name is Lola.

Parry Manilow.

Could have been The Kinks. L. O. L. A., Lola.

Great song by the Kinks….

I met her in a club down in old SohoWhere you drink champagneIt tastes just like Coca Cola, C-O-L-A cola

She walked up to me and she asked me to danceI asked her her name and in a dark brown voiceShe said Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola, L-L-Lola

Well, I’m not the world’s most physical guyBut when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spineOh my Lola, L-L-Lola

Well, I’m not dumb but I can’t understandWhy she walked like a woman but talked like a manOh my Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola

Well, we drank champagne and danced all nightUnder electric candlelightShe picked me up and sat me on her kneeAnd said, “Dear boy, won’t you come home with me?”

Well, I’m not the world’s most passionate guyBut when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my LolaL-L-Lola, L-L-LolaLola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola

I pushed her away, I walked to the doorI fell to the floor, I got down on my kneesThen I looked at her and she at me

That’s the way that I want it to stayI always want it to be that way for my Lola, L-L-Lola

Girls will be boys and boys will be girlsIt’s a mixed up muddled up, shook up worldExcept for Lola, L-L-Lola

Well, I left home just a week beforeAnd I’d never ever kissed a woman beforeBut Lola smiled and took me by the handAnd said, “Dear boy, I’m gonna make you a man”

Well, I’m not the world’s most masculine manBut I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a manAnd so is Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-LolaLola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola

Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-LolaLola, L-L-Lola, L-L-LolaLola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola

Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-LolaLola, L-L-Lola, L-L-LolaLola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola

At least the bird didn’t make it to the H word. We’re not supposed to say that…or write it…or think it…are we?

It would have been a whole different vocabulary if Lola had stubbed her toe.