Oh, looky looky look there's a girl in the sky
She's just floating by
Oh looky looky look there's a girl in the sky
She's just floating by
Oh she's got such nice skin and nice hair
But what is she doing oh way up there?
Oh looky looky look there's a girl in the sky
She's just floating by
Oh looky looky look there's a girl in the sky
She's just floating by
That guy stood on his roof for thirty-three weeks
Lightning rod balanced between his feet
All stretched out in the hopes that she'd float into reach
Oh looky looky look there's a girl in the sky
She's just floating by
Oh looky looky look there's a girl in the sky
She's just floating by
Oh, I'd like to try her
Take her home and with butter I'd fry her
If I could just grab her then she would be mine
If I could just have her then she would be mine
Oh ring a ling there's a telephone call for the girl in the sky
Ring a ling a ling, ring a ling a ling, ring a ling a ling
Ring a ling a ling
Thanks, Charleh!