THE BJORK SONG
(by The Brunching Shuttlecocks)
Bjork, Bjork, were you brought by the stork?
Or were you created from butter and cork?
I love you so much that I act like a dork
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
I was cruising the channel-box looking for Mork
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
Or Fantasy Island with suave Mr. Roarke
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
But then when I saw her, I near dropped my fork
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
My heart spun around with incredible torque
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
Bjork, Bjork, ...
She's small and she's odd, like a lepton or quark
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
She's much more attractive than even Judge Bork
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
I'd travel the nation, L.A. to New York
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
But she's probably in Iceland, so that wouldn't work
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
Bjork, Bjork, ...
If only she'd let me her love, I would hork
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
I'd die for her with help from Dr. Kevork-
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
I'd take her to hear the philharmonic orch-
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
Then we'd go to my bedroom, that's where we'd --
O Bjork! O Bjork! O Bjork!
Bjork, Bjork, ...
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