See the girl with the cotton-candy hair
Get a load of the clothing that she wears
Are those pajamas? Is that rummage sale booty?
I gotta love her; it is my civic duty
I feel the passion; I wanna stare
At the girl with the cotton-candy hair.

I got a word for the feeling that is real
It goes beyond simply tryin' to cop a feel
The word is Va-Va, but you can't look it up
It means sweet passion and I think I made it up
Sir Ukulele Extraordinaire
Would like to meet you Mrs. Cotton-Candy Hair

Can't send her flowers, you see, that is so passe
No much more novel is to buy cafe au lait
Perhaps her weakness is contained in all that java
I hope it is, Sir, because I want her Va-Va
Pleased to meet you, I'm Fred Astaire
You're Ginger Rogers with the cotton-candy hair
Check me into intensive care
I've been Va-Va-ed by Miss Cotton-Candy Hair

Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va Va
Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va Va
Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va civic duty
Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va Va-Va booty booty
Nice to meet you, I'm Fred Astaire
You're Ginger Rogers with the cotton-Candy hair

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