Anticipating much too much Belle tapes her pomfrey to the door And calls downstairs to her partner Wilf And tells him to get up off the floor Arranging her parts about the hearth dearth She suites welle the decor Contrasting well with all the brassy things It was raining cats and dogs before Wilf asks for a jacket potato Belle says, "Well, you can do it for yourself You'll have something to die for" I love, you love, he she it loves We love, you love in the plural Old love, young love, up the duff love Holy smoke love, wholly holey I love, you love, he she it loves We love, you love in the plural Old love, young love, up the duff love Holy smoke love, wholly holey, yeah Oh, yeah
