The Itch in your Clothes

Everybody knows

She’s the itch in your clothes.
But everybody knows
She’ll get you in your crutch
Have a look but never touch

Poison Ivy, poison Ivy
At nighttime, when I’m sleeping
Poison Ivy comes seeping around
She’s pretty bloody lazy.
But look out, man, she’s crazy.
You’ll live a life of sin.
If you let her get under your skin

Chorus

Macca’s Meals can make you frumpy.
And porridge is often lumpy.
And sweaty tights will switch you to a witch
A fast fraudster can fool you
And icy lemonade can cool you
But Poison Ivy sure can make you itch
You’re going to need an ocean.
Of calamine lotion
You’ll be barking like a hound
The minute Poison Ivy comes around

Chorus

©

David Rudder
2022

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