doesn't have a boy to call her own

nobody to call her on the phone

you can always see the sun in her eyes

and her mammaries are twice their size



tammy's so cross-eyed to me



you can take her out upon the town

she'll be looking up while looking around

if you've had enough than take her home

take her back into the twilight zone



in her sweater she looks better

and i think you'll find

cross-eyed tammy's got a lot on her mind