Pretty Polly - Gilbert O'Sullivan

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

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