The Beau Brummels - Lisa lyrics

I know her name is Lisa And the boys all want to meet her They love the way she lay And the way she folds... Gotta her by my bedside And she's two feet high by one wide She's my pin-up queen She's in all my dreams Santa plays queen of the magazine Lisa, the queen of the magazine... Fantasy nights just to her And the photographers want to shoot her With display of film Will come glossy color She flies around with rich men On an elevated social plan But for fifty pence You can take her home to dinner Lisa, the queen of the magazine Santa plays queen of the magazine (all right) (Aw...) [Instrumental Bridge] I know her name is Lisa And the boys all want to meet her They love the way she lay And the way she folds... Gotta her by my bedside And she's two feet high by one wide She's my pin-up queen She's in all my dreams Santa plays queen of the magazine (whew) Lisa, the queen of the magazine (all right) (Aw...) [Long Instrumental Outro]