by Edmund Conti
I married his daughter
And am now in hot water
Which will only get deeper
If I keep her.
Come, darling Ivanka,
Let’s flee to Sri Lanka.
We’ll make it our home.
Ommmmmmmmmmmm . . .
by Edmund Conti
I married his daughter
And am now in hot water
Which will only get deeper
If I keep her.
Come, darling Ivanka,
Let’s flee to Sri Lanka.
We’ll make it our home.
Ommmmmmmmmmmm . . .