When Ethel was just 19 and her parents were in her face
She got herself a tattoo in a very private place
And only by her own true love was it to be seen
Or her family physician, or a drunk crowd that offered beads
It was a tiny tattoo with a little tiny dove
With a tiny word, and that word it was love
Well 30 years have pa**ed now, thirty years that have been rough
Four marriages, three children, forty diets and lot's of sun
And the teeny tiny tattoo with the teeny tiny dove
Is now a pterodactyl and the word, it is lllllooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove .......