Everybody in the World knows someone like this girl

Just for now let’s call
her Gloria

But it isn’t her name, burnt into my brain G.L.O.R.I.A

And on
Countdown, Carol would always pull out those 3 vowels

Oh, your consonants,
gather in a word and it glorious

Yeah, you’re glorious

And I’m in love with
you as such

I write your name again, again, again

Oh you’re
glorious

Everybody knows that much

How I love your name

Gloria.
G.L.O.R.I.A

Everybody in the world seen pictures of my girl, gets about


She’s so well photographed

But it isn’t her face burnt into my brain
G.L.O.R.I.A

In crosswords, filling them in with all of the wrong words

Oh how
curious. Everything I read spells glorious

Chorus

Read about her in a book,
wherever I look on the T.V.

On the radio

Am I going insane, don’t everybody
see that name?

So I made a little word up

Had to keep it hushed up

Made a
little code up

‘cause you’re glorious, you’re glorious;

that’s why I call you
Gloria