Ivy Boy

Holy Holly,
She don't approve it all.
She thinks that she's a pony,
Prancing in the front hall.
She sleeps with the saddle on,
Gets up and rides at dawn.
Nobody knows what's wrong,
But she can't keep her trousers on.

Humpty Mudumpty (?),
She's all better now.
She thought that she was somebody else for a while,
A house at the North Pole,
She went for her daily stroll,
Wearing a wig and a mink stole,
That she's the daughter of a rock and roll.

Ivy Boy, he couldn't be trusted,
feeling his face was familiar,
Tried to be like a monthly haul,
Living like a rubber ball,
Found himself in Montreal,
Ivy couldn't deal it all. (times 15)