Mick Brady: Lyrics

If I tell her that I adore her

The feeling is neutral, she’ll say

She won’t let a gift horse into the house

‘cause Rome wasn’t burnt in a day

She says she likes to sing Acapulco

With garlics of flowers in her hair

She wants to keep me in suspenders

And snuggle like a polo bear

 

She's my malaprop baby

All her similes crash

She's my malaprop baby

And her metaphors clash

The mother tongue should be offended

By the phrases she has blended

She's my malaprop baby

And she loves to talk trash

 

She says our love won’t fade into Bolivian

Though we're only living head to toe

She put her chickens all in one basket

When she shot me with Stupid's Bow

She swears she won’t mince her punches

Or upset my apple tart

She wants to go to Rome to see the sixteenth chapel

'Cos she loves that Renegade Art

 

She's my malaprop baby

And all her words are abused

She's my malaprop baby

Got me feeling confused

Her garbled talk should leave me reeling

Still I find her tongue appealing

She's my malaprop baby

And she won't be refused

 

But when the sacred cows come home to roost

It’s better to switch than to fight

It's no pigment of my imagination

I'll be lovin’ that lady tonight

 

She's my malaprop baby

Her expressions collide

She's my malaprop baby

And she won't be denied

I'm so glad that she insisted

'cause like her words, this lady's twisted

She's my malaprop baby

And I'm lovin' the ride