My Malaprop Baby
Words by Jeff Mondak and Mick Brady
Music by Mick Brady
Performed by Mick Brady
If I tell her that I adore her
The feeling is neutral, she’d say
She won’t let a gift horse into the house
‘cause
With garlics of flowers in her hair
She wants to keep me in suspenders
And snuggle like a polo bear
All her similes crash
She’s my malaprop baby
And her metaphors clash
The mother tongue should be offended
By the phrases she has blended
She’s my malaprop baby
And she loves to talk trash
Though we’re only living head to toe
She put her chickens all in one basket
When she shot me with stupid’s bow
Or upset my apple tart
She wants to go to
‘cause she loves that renegade art
And all her words are abused
She’s my malaprop baby
Got me feeling confused
Her garbled talk should leave me reeling
Still, I find her tongue appealing
She’s my malaprop baby
And she won’t be refused
It’s better to switch than to fight
It’s no pigment of my imagination
I’ll be loving that lady tonight
Her expressions collide
She’s my malaprop baby
And she won’t be denied
I’m so glad that she insisted
‘cause like her words, this lady's twisted
She’s my malaprop baby
And I’m lovin’ the ride