Month of May - Bad Peter

Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear It's May, it's May that gorgeous holiday When every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad It's mad, it's gay, a libelous display Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks Everyone makes divine mistakes, the lusty month of May Whence this fragrance wafting through the air? What sweet feelings does it send transmute? Whence this perfume floating everywhere? Don't you know it's that dear forbidden fruit Tra la la la la, that dear forbidden fruit, tra la la la la Tra la la la la, tra la, tra la, tra la la la la la la la la la It's May, the lusty month of May That darling month when everyone throws self-control away It's time to do a wretched thing or two And try to make each precious day, one you'll always rue It's May, it's May, the month of yes you may The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im It's wild, it's gay, a blot in every way The birds and bees with all of their vast amorous past Gaze at the human race aghast Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear When all the world is brimming with fun Hold them all un... It's mad, it's gay, a libelous display Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks Everyone makes divine mistakes, the lusty month of May

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