Stormy - Dave's True Story

Well, it seems I’ve come home Stormy

To the same old gruesome show

It sets my teeth on edge

The way you glow

Your skin beads like a julep

And the bed’s in disarray

The room reeks like a wedge of Camembert

Left out on a sultry day

Now it’s not that I’m by nature so vicious

As to jump at any chance for a fight

But your silence is so dark and delicious

Makes me wonder whether something’s not right

So come sit like a good girl

Let the game begin

And I’ll try to keep my tempr

As you fill me in

Has somebody been her before me

Mocking my bed

Making love to you

Just tell me his name now Stormy

I’ve got a job to do

Don’t tell me how much you adore me

In your own sad strange way

I’m certain that you do

Just tell me his name now Stormy

I do it all for you

There was Buzz the neurosurgeon

With the bloodstain on his sleeve

Who thought you live alone

But had to leave

And Chan the connoisseur

Who did such brisk business in erotic prints

And his partner Reinhardt Kohn

The Europimp

Whom no one’s heard from since

You’ve a figure nothing less than disarming

A smile like God never saw

A sex appeal so raw it’s alarming

Oh you’re perfect except for one tiny flaw

Well it’s time that you took a bit of sage advice

And you shouldn’t keep such secrets

When I ask you nice

So who was it this time Stormy

Swallowed your tongue

Took your breath away

Just tell me his name now Stormy

Or there’ll be hell to pay

Don’t wheedle, cajole or implore

It’s easy as sin

Why do you tremble so

Just tell me his name now Stormy

I’ve got a right to know

Was it Adam and Eve’s rude expulsion

Caused the stars at my birth to align

And brought me someone whose compulsion

Was so perfectly suited to mine

There was Angel from the Bronx

Who moved like Buddha on the ballroom floor

And called four times a day

But calls no more

They found Ellis in a glad bag

With a Ginsu nestled in his gorge

And the boy form Uruguay

That washed ashore

Whom you called George

It might take Columbo to solve them

These pictures that burn in my head

It might take a Freud to absolve them

All that’s needed is that one common thread

Someday death will obliterate our mutual pain

Until then I reiterate the same refrain

Has somebody been here before me

Mocking my bed

Making love to you

Just tell me his name now Stormy

I do it all for you

Don’t tell me how much you adore me

In my own sad strange way

I’m certain I’d agree

You''ve told me his name now Stormy

Just leave the rest to me