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Mrs McIvor


The grade six boys told the grade three girls
That old Mrs. McIvor's got rabies.
So the grade three girls told the grade six boys
That if Mrs. McIvor looked them straight in the eye
Their wieners would fall off.
And the Brown's from two doors down say
It's those racoons she's been feeding,
That's what's kilt their cats.
You know she lost her only son in a most unfortunate way

You can tell she is feeling older
Powder on her face so thick, it's fallen on her shoulder
She sings too loud in church, I heard the preacher scold her
Her smile is wild, her eyes are bolder
She leaves her arms hanging down when you go to hold her

She bought herself some rock n' roll drums
They say she hit on the long haired guy that she bought 'em from

I hear the neighbours complain
I hear them hissing "Mrs. McIvor's insane."
There never were pests here before
Now the boys play nikki nikki nine door

You can tell she is feeling older
Powder on her face so thick, it's fallen on her shoulder
She didn't need to know, someone must have told her
Her smile is wild, her eyes are bolder
She leaves her arms hanging down when you go to hold her

She walks across the rink
Just as the home team is about to score
She yells "Hey boys, we will not be blonde in the bleachers
For you no more! No! No! No more!"

I hear the neighbours complain
I hear them hissing "Mrs. McIvor's insane."
There never were pests here before
Now the girls play nikki nikki nine door

The street hockey gang, they play alongside her house
Aiming to take out her windows.
And Old Mr. Arbuckle started a campaign
Against her compost heap.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all know about her son.




words and music by Katherine Wheatley

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