By dean friedman







Way on the other side of the hudson,

Deep in the bosom of suburbia,

I met a young girl, she sang mighty fine,

Tears on my pillow and ave maria.

Standing by the waterfall in paramus park

She was working for the friends-of-bai

She was collecting quarters in a paper cup.

She was looking for change and so was i.





She was a jewish girl. i fell in love with her.

She wrote her number on the back of my hand.

I called her up, i was all out of breath, i said,

"come hear me play in my rock and roll band.

I took a shower and i put on my best blue jeans.

I picked her up in my new vw van.

She wore a peasant blouse with nothing underneath.

I said, "hi". she said, "yeah, i guess i am."





Ariel



We had a little time, we were real hungry.

We went to dairy queen for something to eat.

She had some onion rings. she had a pickle.

She forgot to tell me that she didn't eat meat.

I had a gig in the american legion hall.

It was a dance for the volunteer ambulance corp.

She was sitting in a corner against the wall.

She would smile and i melted all over the floor.





Ariel



I took her home with me. we watched some tv,

Annette funicello and some guy going steady.

I started fooling around with the vertical hold.

We got the munchies and i made some spaghetti.

We sat and we talked into the night,

While channel 2 was signing off the air.

I found the softness of her mouth.

We made love to bombs bursting in arrrrrriel.



Ariel