Composed by several members of rec.music.dementia
Mia, tell us
In the year of the woman we’re jealous
You certainly must have been good
To get Frankie and Andre and Wood.
There once was a lady named Mia
With skin lighter than a tortilla
Her love life would not make a book
But more likely a bad oper-ia (sorry tom)
The first one she married was Frankie
Whose buddies all knew him as Blue Eyes
When she heard about Frank’s hanky-panky
She looked at him with very new Eyes
Mia tell us
All modern women are jealous
You special, it is understod
To get Frankie and Andre and Wood.
The next one to woo her was Previn
Who once had been married to Dori
The love story started as Heaven
Then — straight down! A very old story.
Mia tell us
All modern women are jealous
You didn’t act just as one should
Still ya got Frankie and Andre and Wood.
And now she is in court with Allen
Who’s sporting a near-constant Woody
Paternal Love — gallon by gallon
He think’s Mia’s kids are his goodies
Mia tell us
How can we help being jealous?
Instead of just pulling your pud
You got Frankie and Andre and Wood.
Now this is the Story of Mia
Who knows how to make love and adopt
Her morals could not be much free-ah
I think that this song should be stopped,