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Performed by Adam Sandler, Allen Covert, and Jon Rosenburg

Hanging with my sweet amour
She came out with a lion´s roar

Yelling, "I´m going to the corner store,
Be back at quarter to four"
"Don´t slam your pinkies in the drawer"
She can be like a maiden from the days of yore
Hanging out at Studio 54
Break dancing on the slick brick disco floor
With Lionel Richie
Who, by the way, was a Commodore
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle tooth boar
Who couldn´t breat right since the Vietnam War
Then she played Chinese Checkers with Skeletor
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 purple velour
Her hair´s up like Conway Twitty´s pompadour
With the smile of Guy LeFleur
She got the ups and downs like an elevator
But deep inside she´s a marshmellow smore
Can bake a cake as big as Jupitor
Either or, Neithor nor
She´ll share it with your Labrador
She can run faster than a blazing meteor
Loves Winnie the Pooh and his friend Eeyore
Can make a pipe out of an apple core
That´s a trick she learned 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

Well, for sure she opened the door
Whipped out a 3-ft fishing lure
Sexually, that made me insecure
Like the time I was a roadie
On Elton John´s tour
She said, "Let´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 ourselves a snore
And when we woke up 10 hours later
We made Love Du Jour

She´s my sweet Beatrice
She´s my sweet Beatrice

She´s my sweet Beatrice
And she came home

She likes to clean out the attic every now and then
She´s gonna knit me a brand new golfing bag
We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne movie
Then we gonna free all the doggies at the kennel
She gonna try on my third grade mittens
She´ll keep ´em on even though they´re way too small
Well, she ain´t never gonna hurt me
She ain´t never gonna let me down
She ain´t never gonna tell nobody
I´m afraid of birds and spiders

Well, 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 loves Pat Summerall