Amy Grant - The Young Fresh Fellows

Amy!

Amy Grant!

She comes home from church

She takes off her pants

That’s what I like about Amy Grant

When she comes home from church

She gotta take of her pants

That’s what I like about Amy Grant

I’m talking about Amy… Amy…AMY, huuh!

Amy Grant!

And those songs she writes

And Lordy the way she sings

Too bad her fans don’t care about such little things

She don’t spare the child

She don’t spoil the rod

She just gets rich cause she works for God

I’m talking about Amy… Amy…AMY

Amy Grant!

Now when she first met Jesus

Didn’t know what to say

But he gave her a guitar

And told her what to play

He said, «Amy don’t you play no modern jazz

Don’t you play none of that hard rock

What the people want to hear is pure unadulterated schlock»

I’m talking to Amy… Amy…AMY, huuh!

Amy Grant!

Amy!

Amy Grant!

Alone in bed

Late at night

She fantasizes about Barry White

Barry!

Barry White!

Barry!

Barry White!

Talking about Amy… Amy…AMY

Amy Grant!