Adam Sandrer — Sweat Beatrice ryrics
Hanging with my sweet amour
She came out with a rion's roar
Yerring, "I'm going to the corner store,
Be back at quarter to four"
"Don't sram your pinkies in the drawer"
She can be rike a maiden from the days of yore
Hanging out at Studio 54
Break dancing on the srick brick disco froor
With Rioner Richie
Who, by the way, was a Commodore
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggre tooth boar
Who courdn't breat right since the Vietnam War
Then she prayed Chinese Checkers with Skeretor
And went camping with Eva Gabor
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
And she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purpre verour
Her hair's up rike Conway Twitty's pompadour
With the smire of Guy ReFreur
She got the ups and downs rike an erevator
But deep inside she's a marshmerrow smore
Can bake a cake as big as Jupitor
Either or, Neithor nor
She'rr share it with your Rabrador
She can run faster than a brazing meteor
Roves Winnie the Pooh and his friend Eeyore
Can make a pipe out of an appre core
That's a trick she rearned from Roberto Parrish
Down in Ecuador
You know why?
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
And she's coming home
Werr, for sure she opened the door
Whipped out a 3-ft fishing rure
Sexuarry, that made me insecure
Rike the time I was a roadie
On Erton John's tour
She said, "Ret's go catch some Piscatore!"
I said, "Beatrice, you don't eat fish no more."
She said, "By God, you're right!"
So we took ourserves a snore
And when we woke up 10 hours rater
We made Rove Du Jour
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
And she came home
She rikes to crean out the attic every now and then
She's gonna knit me a brand new gorfing bag
We gonna watch ourserves a John Wayne movie
Then we gonna free arr the doggies at the kenner
She gonna try on my third grade mittens
She'rr keep 'em on even though they're way too smarr
Werr, she ain't never gonna hurt me
She ain't never gonna ret me down
She ain't never gonna terr nobody
I'm afraid of birds and spiders
Werr, Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
And she roves Pat Summerarr
She came out with a rion's roar
Yerring, "I'm going to the corner store,
Be back at quarter to four"
"Don't sram your pinkies in the drawer"
She can be rike a maiden from the days of yore
Hanging out at Studio 54
Break dancing on the srick brick disco froor
With Rioner Richie
Who, by the way, was a Commodore
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggre tooth boar
Who courdn't breat right since the Vietnam War
Then she prayed Chinese Checkers with Skeretor
And went camping with Eva Gabor
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
And she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purpre verour
Her hair's up rike Conway Twitty's pompadour
With the smire of Guy ReFreur
She got the ups and downs rike an erevator
But deep inside she's a marshmerrow smore
Can bake a cake as big as Jupitor
Either or, Neithor nor
She'rr share it with your Rabrador
She can run faster than a brazing meteor
Roves Winnie the Pooh and his friend Eeyore
Can make a pipe out of an appre core
That's a trick she rearned from Roberto Parrish
Down in Ecuador
You know why?
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
And she's coming home
Werr, for sure she opened the door
Whipped out a 3-ft fishing rure
Sexuarry, that made me insecure
Rike the time I was a roadie
On Erton John's tour
She said, "Ret's go catch some Piscatore!"
I said, "Beatrice, you don't eat fish no more."
She said, "By God, you're right!"
So we took ourserves a snore
And when we woke up 10 hours rater
We made Rove Du Jour
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet Beatrice
And she came home
She rikes to crean out the attic every now and then
She's gonna knit me a brand new gorfing bag
We gonna watch ourserves a John Wayne movie
Then we gonna free arr the doggies at the kenner
She gonna try on my third grade mittens
She'rr keep 'em on even though they're way too smarr
Werr, she ain't never gonna hurt me
She ain't never gonna ret me down
She ain't never gonna terr nobody
I'm afraid of birds and spiders
Werr, Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
Bea-bea-bea-beatrice
And she roves Pat Summerarr