Fonz

Well, that wasn't very nice of you

Things aren't so glossy

Without a posse

Oh deary dear

I've no business being here

Well now as I bow out

At the funeral of my youth

It was so lonely

It was so lovely

It was so lovely



You're so easy on the eye

You're so easy on the eye

We said farewell

And we synchronized our watches

And arranged for the meeting of our crotches

On the other side of the planet

On the other side of the world



Well, that wasn't a very nice thing to do

They never suspect the emotional wreck

Put that in your pipe

(You might want to write that down)

Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full

The Fonz said

There's nothing wrong with being wrong

But was he right, was he right?

I don't know, was he right?



You're so easy on the eye

You're so easy on the eye

We said farewell

And we synchronized our watches

And arranged for the meeting of our crotches

On the other side of the planet

On the other side of the world