Hey - Lady Godiva
Hey, Lady Godiva, ridin´ through our town Naked on your big white horse With your long hair hangin´ down. Lady Godiva, you say you´re frightened and so shy. I hate to bust your bubble, but you Sure picked a funny place to hide. Hey, Lady Godiva, lookin´ for a place Where no one wants your body And nobody knows your face. Lady Godiva, you say you wanna be loved For what´s inside. I don´t know much about horses, but you Sure picked a funny place to ride. Every man´s just a clutchin´ hand, Reachin´ out to grab you. Every man´s a quiverin´ lance Tryin´ hard to stab you -- don´t let ´em nab you. Hey, Lady Godiva, lookin´ kind of scared. You showed ´em all your talents, But nobody seems to care. Lady Godiva, could it be nobody wants to ride? Come to think it over, You may have picked the perfect place to hide.
Words & Music by Shel , Silverstein Copyright © 1972 / Evil-Eye Music Inc , N.Y