Lollipop Lady

Lollipop Lady

Lollipop Lady

I’m in love with a lollipop lady
She’s the cream she’s the lean she’s the gravy

Ballistic drivers may holler
From Astras Meganes and Corollas
She’s not overawed by their bossing
She’s the queen of the zebra crossing

She charges into the rush-hour
Wielding her lollipop-lance
I want to be her Launcelot
But she doesn’t even shoot me a glance

She’s a queen she’s a queen she’s a queen
Well you know just what I mean
She’s fearless determined and sweet
That Luddite patrolling our street

I’m in love with a lollipop lady
The way she stops traffic is driving me crazy
If she causes a tailback from here to Australia
I’ll still be in love with my lollipop lady