The girls go crazy when they get a kiss from Myer
A kiss from Myer is the acme of desire
The kiss of Myer makes their temperature get higher
The kiss of Myer lit the great Chicago fire
He has a way that makes the ladies feel exalted
He'll take you out and treat you to a chocolate malted
And some pistachio nuts, a nickel's worth, unsalted
And after that, little girl, you're through
He'll try to lure you, one night when stars are twinkly,
He'll call and say, "Come over, we'll watch TV"
But I assure you, you'll see no Huntley-Brinkley,
'Cause Myer hasn't got a TV set
What does he need it?
He'd never use it
To him, the late late show is you!
The kiss of Myer is so sweet that none is sweeter
The girls can't wait for him to come and read their meter
He's known all over as the Bronx La Dolce Vita
The Cary Grant of the Grand Concourse
Whatever Myer wants, Myer gets
And that's his name
His name is Myer Goetz!
Lyrics submitted by thedarkman
"Kiss of Myer" as written by Lou Busch Allan Sherman
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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