Ala bam a
On the boat, just you two,
(Both with that damn intestinal flu)
Lovesick, seasick, tons of fun,
One's a pukin, one's got runs.
A honeymoon you'll not forget,
She's kissin and a'holdin' him,
Mike's turned pink from Pepto Bismol,
Femmes loaded on immodium.
Love is truly in the air,
(And so are other gases)
You'll truly know each other well,
As your cruise-time passes.
I wish you both the best for sure,
There is no cure for Cupid,
But for that other "ailment"
Get rest and drink those fluids.
[This message has been edited by Toerag (edited 01-22-2000).]