Are you the tornado in my sails
 Are you Jesus without the nails
 Are you the bury met without the rails
 Are you Paris without snails
 Of course you're not
 But you're all I've got
 And that's fine & dandy
 When you lick my candy girl
 (And I don't mean that rude)
 When you lick my
 When you lick my candy
 Are you Disneyland without whales
 Are you a farmer without bales
 Are you the red lion without ales
 Are you the lakes without the dales
 Naturally you're not
 But you're all I've got
 And that's fine & dandy
 When lick my candy girl
 (And I don't mean that rude)
 When you lick my
 When you lick my candy
 Are you Ra without Dion
 Are you the words in the sky without neon
 Are you indigenous or did you disappear
 Are you the lime in my bottleneck of beer
 Candy candy candy girl...