Lyrics

Betty Jo Jingle and Bobby Jangle
Come from the world at a different angle
And found themselves in forbidden romance
In a land where Razzle-flabbenz never dare to dance

Betty’s hair was fuchsia
Bobby’s hair was chartreuse
Betty’s nose was acute
Bobby’s ears were obtuse

For the field of Loshon Hora
An orthogonal wall grew between the shades
Myths and legends brewed the stew
Lost in analysis, brotherhood unglued

Betty Jo cried “If we left all the primary colors pure
Never have all the beautiful shades of fur
Let the Shades of fur start to blur
I must confer, to be assure”

Bobby replied “Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,
And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran
And this same hair that smiles today
Tomorrow i’ll be dyeing. “

For Bobby and Betty Jo’s love implied
The disengagement of the opaque divide
Maybe somewhere they forgot to give ponderance
Why it had to be this way

There is unrest in the meadow
There is trouble the in the glade
We could become equal
With trimmer, sheers, and blade

Would no one truly hate
If we all epilate
Or would this end in futility
Until we learn to accept the potpourri

We don’t need pathogenic ocular dissonance
We don’t need to abandon our inheritance
We just need to learn to dance
And stop romancing irrelevance

They, hand in hand,
With wandering steps and slow,
Search for where the sidewalk ends
And where the Giving Tree grows

And while all is said and done
Let us unspin walls undone
And let the path be run
Run with unity love and absolution