Will she or won't she roll up to my door tonight And if she does how can I turn her away? Will she or won't she ask me to turn out the light And if she does I know she's meaning to stay I met her pulling porter in the Shamrock Bar It was the end of just another busy day We had a rendezvous in my new motor car And like a fool I gave my number away
I found her legs so pretty, don't you know we had a wonderful time, oysters and wine I was quite inclined to share with her an evening or two, drinking a few However when we got home She would not leave me alone…