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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