Some kinds of love Marguerita told Tom Between thought and expression lies a lifetime Situations arise because of the weather And no kinds of love Are better than others Some kinds of love Marguerita told Tom Like a dirty French novel Combines the absurd with the vulgar And some kinds of love The possibilites are endless And for me to miss one Would seem to be groundless I heard what you said Marguerita heard Tom And of course you're a bore But at that you're not charmless 'Cause a bore is a straight line That finds a wealth in division And some kinds of love Are mistaken for vision La-de-ta-ta-ta Put jelly on your shoulder Let us do what you fear most That from which you recoil But which still makes your eyes moist Put jelly on your shoulder, baby Lie down upon the carpet Between thought and expression Let us now kiss the culprit (Moving on..) I don't know just what it's all about (tell ya somethin') Put on your red pajamas and find out