Are you the tornado in my sails

 Are you Jesus without the nails

 Are you the bury met without the rails

 Are you Paris without snails

 Of course you're not

 But you're all I've got

 And that's fine & dandy

 When you lick my candy girl

 (And I don't mean that rude)

 When you lick my

 When you lick my candy

 Are you Disneyland without whales

 Are you a farmer without bales

 Are you the red lion without ales

 Are you the lakes without the dales

 Naturally you're not

 But you're all I've got

 And that's fine & dandy

 When lick my candy girl

 (And I don't mean that rude)

 When you lick my

 When you lick my candy

 Are you Ra without Dion

 Are you the words in the sky without neon

 Are you indigenous or did you disappear

 Are you the lime in my bottleneck of beer

 Candy candy candy girl...