Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee

Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee, lousy with virginity
Won't go to bed till I'm legally wed
I can't, I'm Sandra Dee
(Watch it) hey, I'm Doris Day, I was not brought-up that way
Won't come across, even Rock Hudson lost his heart to Doris Day
(Hey, hey)

I don't drink (no) or swear (no)
I don't rat my hair (no)
I get ill from one cigarette
(Cough-cough-cough)
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers
Would you pull that crap with Annette?

As for you, troy Donahue
I know what you wanna do
You've got your crust, I'm no object of lust
I'm just plain Sandra Dee

Elvis, Elvis, let me be
Keep that pelvis far from me
Just keep your cool, now you're starting to drool
Hey, fongu, I'm Sandra Dee

(You're not making fun of me, are you, Rizz?)
Some people are so touchy