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but I think you'll appreciate this set. It's from the late '80s, by a band called the Young Fresh Fellows, and I don't know if the lyrics are 100% accurate (I'm a few thousand brain cells down the road from the last time I heard this, and somebody else transcribed them):
"Amy Grant" (by Young Fresh Fellows)
Amy, Amy Grant Amy, Amy Grant Amy, Amy Grant
She comes home from church She takes off her pants That's what I like about Amy Grant When she come home from church She gotta take off her pants That's what I like about Amy Grant I'm talkin' 'bout Amy ... Amy ... Amy ... <<hua!>> Amy Grant!
Now those song she writes And, lordy, the way she sings Too bad our friends don't care about such little things She don't spare the child She don't spoil the rod She just gets rich 'cause she works for God I'm talkin' 'bout Amy ... Amy ... Amy ... Amy Grant!
Now when she first met Jesus Didn't know what to say But he gave her a guitar and he told her what to play He said "Amy, don't you play a lotta jazz Don't you play none of that hard rock What the people wanna hear is pure unadulterated schlock I'm talkin' to Amy ... Amy ... Amy ... <<hua!>> Amy Grant!"
Amy, Amy Grant(x4)
Alone in bed Late at night She fantasizes about Barry White
Barry, Barry White Barry, Barry White
I'm talkin 'bout Amy ... Amy ... Amy ... <<hua!>> Amy Grant!
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