Fred’s Lament

In black and white
I couldn’t tell she was a redhead,
but my hero was Desi Arnaz.

I could not see the freckles
on the inside of her thighs,
but my hero was Desi Arnaz.

She raised hell and mayhem
about nothing and nada,
but my hero was Desi Arnaz.

Her high and whiny voice
sent chills up my hairy back,
but my hero was Desi Arnaz.

Why was I stuck with Ethel
when I wanted to love Lucy,
but my hero was Desi Arnaz?

I could be singing the blues
instead of Babalu,
but my hero was Desi Arnaz.