51 thoughts on “Can’t wait until spring”

  29. Don’t pick those flowers DJ, you’ll get shot in the eye with a ping-pong ball.

    Ah, Mitzi, where are you now?

  30. Wow Grumpy…memories. WAAAY back, when I was a teen, us underage guys finagled our way into the last burlesque house in town, and we saw a woman who did that, plus inserted a cigarette and blew smoke rings from her hoohaw, among other amazing things. My perception of women was never the same after that, and dating was a never ending disappointment…

  31. Jeez, I remember her too (ya, I’ve been to strip clubs). That gal got around.
    Keep going DJ, you’re hilarious!

  33. More memories for DJ and Bella

    Deep Purple wrote a song about her.

    Songwriters: Glover, Roger;Blackmore, Ritchie;Gillan, Ian

    Flying to salt lake city
    Seats 3a and b
    I was down and needed a window
    But in 3a sat mitzi dupree
    She said hi i am mitzi
    The queen of the ping pong
    Where you going boy
    I said nowhere
    She said i’m movng on
    I thought what is this
    I cannot resist
    Here she is
    And i’ve always wanted a girl
    With a name
    A name like mitzi dupree

    She said what do you do
    I said i’m a singer in a band
    She said ya i’m an entertainer
    Reached out and took my hand
    She was going to a mining town
    Way up north to do her show
    I said it must be cold up there
    She said depends on who you know
    Oh that look in her eye
    I can tell you no lies
    I’m just a man
    She made me feel like a king in my mind
    I love you mitzi dupree

    I said what is this queen of the ping pong business
    She smiled what do you think
    It has no connection with china
    I said oow have another drink
    Well i knew right away
    That i’d seen her act before
    In a room behind a kitchen in bangkok
    And three or four times more in singapore
    She may not be the first
    But i know she ain’t the worst
    She was mine but i ran out of time
    I miss you i love you mitzi dupree
    My darling mitzi dupree

    ** PS, that “mining town way up north” was Edmonton **

  41. ♪ Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses
    Rainbows in the woodland, water to my knees
    Shivering, quivering, the warm breath of spring
    Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses

  45. He wasn’t sure of her beauty in the dark, so it wasn’t until sunrise before he could see her in her morning glory

  48. I know it’s been a burden for you to read these but here’s one last boyfriend pun da bear: he eats shoots and leaves

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