[Words and Music by Ray Stanley, 1956]
I'm in love with a dolly named 'Glendora'
She works in the window of a big department stor-a!
Eyes of blue, hair like gold,
Never been young, but she'll never get old . . .
Oh Glendora . . . I wanna see more of you!
O' Glendora . . . O' Glendora . . .
O' Glendora . . . I wanna see more of you!
She's so shy that I don't know how I found her,
With three big body guards always workin' around her!
One just nods, an' two just grins,
An' three got a mouth full of safety pins . . .
O' Glendora . . . I wanna see more of you!
( You . . . more of you! )
O' Glendora . . . O' Glendora . . .
O' Glendora . . . I wanna see more of you!
( . . . more of you! )
I stand left an' I stand right,
Outta my head 'cause I'm outta sight . . .
O' Glendora . . . I wanna see more of you!
Late last night at the store they did some changin' . . .
An' I stood watchin' when they started re-arrangin' . . .
She lost her wig, she lost her arms,
An' when they got through she lost all of her charms,
O' Glendora . . . what did they do to you?
What they do, what they do, what they do ?
O' Glendora . . . O' Glendora . . .
O' Glendora . . . what did they do to you?
What they do, what they do, what they do ?
O' Glendora . . . O' Glendora . . .
O' Glendora . . . what did they do to you?
Do to you, oh what did they do to you?
O' Glendora . . . what did they do to you?
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Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
---- Instrumental Interlude ----
Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
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