The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 29. ...Milly goes with Tilly...

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Frances and Her Friends

(Song lyrics this time. Equal parts brave and delightful. A video link follows at the end.)

I want to do song right now,

that I haven’t recorded, and

I want you to hear the lyrics,

Because they’re very sacred.

I know a guy named Willy.

Willy goes with Tilly.

Tilly goes with Milly.

What a ball.

(This is not dirty.

It's the way I say it.)

I know a guy named Joey.

Joey goes with Moey.

Moey goes with Jamie.

And Jamie goes with Sadie;

And Sadie goes with Abie;

And Abie goes with Davy;

And Davy goes with Howard;

And Howard goes with Charlotte;

And Charlotte goes with Shirley;

And Shirley goes with Pearly;

And Pearly goes with Yetta.

What a drag; what a drag!

I'm not mad at you. Don't be mad at me.

I'm not mad; I'm not mad; I'm not mad;

I'm too hip to get mad . . .

Cuz I know a guy . . .

It should happen already.

I know a guy named Saulie.

Saulie goes with Molly.

Molly goes with Charlie.

And Charlie goes with Ollie;

And Ollie goes with Eddy;

And Eddy goes with Teddy;

And Teddy goes with Freddy;

And Freddy goes with Jackie;

And Jackie goes with Blackie;

And Blackie goes with Irving;

And Irving goes with Seymour;

And Seymour goes with Sydney;

And Sydney goes with Melvin;

And Melvin goes with Marvin;

And Marvin goes with Terry;

And Terry goes with Jerry;

And Jerry goes with Shloimie;

And Shloimie goes with Moishey;

And Moishey goes with Vito;

And Vito goes with Guido;

And Guido goes with Sammy;

And Sammy goes with Manny;

And Manny goes with Jamie.

What a drag; what a drag!

I'm not mad at you. Don't be mad at me.

I'm not mad; I'm not mad; I'm not mad;

I'm too hip to get mad . . .

Cuz I know a guy . . .

It should happen already.

I know a guy named Harold.

Harold goes with Sara.

Sara goes with Irving.

And Irving goes with Marty;

And Marty goes with Vivy;

And Vivy goes with Cuddles;

And Cuddles goes with Suzy;

And Suzy goes with Sammy;

And Sammy goes with Tiny;

And Tiny goes with Jimmy;

And Jimmy goes with Timmy;

And Timmy goes with Johnny;

And Johnny goes with Donny;

And Donny goes with Alani.

(A-lo-a-oi;

A-lo-a . . .)

I know a girl named Shirley.

Shirley goes with Helen.

And Helen goes with Janie;

And Janie goes with Mamie;

And Mamie goes with Angelo;

And Angelo goes with Robin;

And Robin goes with Jamie;

And Jamie goes with Seymour;

And Seymour goes with Georgie;

And Georgie goes with orgy.

I'm not mad at you. Don't be mad of me.

I'm not mad; I'm not mad; I'm not mad;

I'm too hip to get mad . . .

Cuz I know a guy . . .

He likes to shake, rattle and roll.

Shake, shake, rattle and roll . . .

Shake and rattle and roll.

And shake, shake, rattle and roll.

And shake, and rattle and roll.

And roll and roll; and roll and roll; and rock.

Rock, and rock, and rock;

Rock, and rock, rock, and rock;

And rock and rock, rock

Elvis Presley around the block,

Cuz I know a guy . . .

Well, all right, okay; well, all right;

I'm in love with you; well, all right.

Joe Williams, every day; every day;

Every day; every day, every day; every day.

I know a gal that lives up on the hill . . .

I know a gal that lives up on the hill . . .

She has three French poodles,

And they never sit still.

Well, all right – dick, dick, dick.

Well, all right – chop, chop, chop.

Well, all right – aho, ho, ho.

Well, all right; well, all right; well, all right.

Cuz I know a guy; I know a guy;

I know a guy; his name is Willy!

—Frances Faye,[i]

1958