O.D.E.

I am sitting here in the middle of the sea
thinking of the woman that was made for me;
she don’t like me, and I don’t like her,
but we gettin’ married the end of the year.

And the reason for this you will soon be told—
it was a dark night and it was cold;
she told me to warm her, and I warm her;
now we gettin’ married end of the year.

But that isn’t all by a long shot yet—
it was a dark night and it was wet;
she told me to dry her and I dried her;
now we gettin’ married end of the year.

Now it’s all out—her name is Cindy—
it was a dark night and it was windy;
she told me to shield her, and I shield her;
now we gettin’ married end of the year.

But the trouble is she no damn good—
it was a dark night and there she stood;
she don’t like me, and I don’t like her,
but we gettin’ married end of the year.

The moral is you leave ’em alone—
any dark night, use the telephone;
she don’t like me, and I don’t like her,
but we gettin’ married end of the year.