Billy Thorpe & the Aztecs - Poison Ivy Lyrics

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Poison Ivy

Poison Ivy Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Poison Ivy By Billy Thorpe & the Aztecs?
She comes on like a rose
But everybody knows She'll get you in touch You can look but you'd better not touch [Chorus] Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy Late at night when your sleeping Poison Ivy comes a creeping around She's pretty as a daisy But look out man she's crazy She'll really reel you in If you let her get under your skin Measles makes you mumpy And mumps will make you lumpy And chicken pox will make you jump and twitch (make you jump and twitch) A common cold will fool ya And whooping coughs will cool ya But poison ivy loves to make you itch Your gonna need an ocean (gonna need an ocean) Of calamine lotion (oh, your gonna need it) You'll be scratching like a hound (boy, you'll be itching) The minute you start to mess around [Chorus: x2] Measles makes you mumpy And mumps will make you lumpy And chicken pox will make you jump and twitch (make you jump and twitch) A common cold will fool ya And whooping coughs will cool ya But poison ivy loves to make you itch Your gonna need an ocean (gonna need an ocean) Of calamine lotion (oh, your gonna need it) You'll be scratching like a hound (boy, you'll be itching) The minute you start to mess around [Chorus] |
Who Wrote Poison Ivy By Billy Thorpe & the Aztecs?
Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
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What's The Duration Of The Poison Ivy By Billy Thorpe & the Aztecs?The duration of Poison Ivy is 3:00 minutes and seconds. |
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