Lyric Pretty Polly

Pretty Polly what have you done to your hair Keeping it in rollers won t get it nowhere Neither will it turn you into what Your mother prescribed when your father forgot Don t you think the boys could be looking at you After all you ve got what it takes for them too Plus a little extra which I feel sure Will knock every knocker of Diana s door. It isn t funny I know But what s the point me hanging around When all I get from seeing you Is browned off, browned off, browned. [Solo] Pretty Polly don t be so anxious to smile We don t want the male population run wild All we ask is will one sweet young man Be anxious enough to take you off my hands