Frances - The Impossibles

I bought him at Thrift Town for sixty-five cents

If I had a kingdom, he would be my prince

His cuteness is too much for my tolerance

Frances, I love you

He’s got a thick neck and his fur is brown

I don’t need a blanket when he’s around

I once was lost, but with him I’m found

Frances, I love you

Put me in a prison and put me in his cubicle

If he was on my fingertip, he’d be the cutical

If he is the nucleus, I’m the particle

Frances gee man, how’d you get so radical?

Why’d you take Frances away (Oh-ee-ay-oh)

Why couldn’t you let him stay (Oh-ee-ay-oh)

Why’d you take Frances away (Oh-ee-ay-oh)

Ah Frances, I love you

Guitar!

Yeah, me and Frances got a special kind of love

It feels just right, it fits like a glove

I hope when I die that I see him up above

Frances, you’re the one I’m dreaming of

I bought him at thrift town for sixty-five cents

He’s cuter than the artist formerly known as Prince

And he’d never make a joke at my expense

Frances, I love you

I gave him to a girl who was really sweet

And now, you know, she’s sweet on me

And when I’m over he’s between the sheets

Frances, I love you

Why’d you take Frances away (Oh-ee-ay-oh)

Why couldn’t you let him stay (Oh-ee-ay-oh)

Why’d you take Frances away (Oh-ee-ay-oh)

Ah Frances, I love you

So now the time came for me and Frances to part

Come on Frances, you knew it would be like this from the very start

I just can’t bare to give you my heart

Frances, I miss you