Beaverella
By Brian and Thomas Geraghty
Well her name was Beaverella
And her shape was nice and tight
But the thing that made her special
Was her pronounced overbite
Some people would make fun of her
Cause her teeth stuck out so far
But I love my Beaverella
She’s my buck-toothed superstar
Beaverella
I love that buck-toothed girl
Her father bobbed for peanuts
Her mother peanut oil
Her sister cans cling peaches
Down on the Georgia soil
Got a brother they call Simon
Got another Theodore
Got a third they call Alvin
All with teeth you can’t ignore
Beaverella
I love that buck-toothed girl
Yeah I love my Beaverella
There’s just no way to explain
From planning smooth a two by four
To the shrimp she can de-vein
She can cut out big old biscuits
Unknot a yo-yo string
And the way she eats a corn dog
It’s enough to make you sing
Beaverella
I love that buck-toothed girl
She’s the best at bobbing apples
She’s the queen of cobbing corn
She can stem a dozen roses
And spit out all the thorns
You can take her to your backyard
Next to an old pine tree
She’ll chew you out a totem pole
Before you count to three
Beaverella
I love that buck-toothed girl
Yeah I’m in love with a buck-toothed woman
She’s my Swiss army knife
Gnaw the ingrown off my big toe
Pop the top of my Miller Lite
Pull a bent nail from a wood plank
Strip the paint off the kitchen door
Loosen up a jar of pickles
Scrape the gum off the carpet floor
Beaverella
I love that buck-toothed girl
To see that girl in action
Well it almost makes you cry
Chomping down a big old apple tree
And baking apple pie
And when it comes to loving
You know that girl’s alright
Cause when her mouth is headed south
That’s a buck-toothed delight
Beaverella
I love that buck-toothed girl
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