Zena Zena

ZENA ZENA, behind the bar,

Fairest bar maid in this town by far!

Long blond silky hair,

And you just watch her toss it, here and there.

But let me warn you, yes beware.

OOOh her skin, is such, so fair.

But be for warned, there’s a thin line,

Ooh that smile, its so fine!

I’ve heard is said on the sly,

Zena Zena is an I R S spy!

She will smile at you and serve your drinks

While asking you, “Do your taxes stink?”

“Perhaps your tax man is a fink?”

As the ice hits the glasses. Plink! Plink!

Be careful how you reply.

She makes notes of all the lies.

Asking you, “a drink do you will to buy?”

For the young lady sitting next to you, Oh my!

I’m warning you now, it could be a trap.

Perhaps your telephone she will tap,

As your demise she will map!

Just to put a feather in her hat.

So if you run across her sea green eyes,

And her smile makes your soul fly,

Chances are, Its ZENA! The I R S Spy’

With blond silky hair, ooh I can’t deny.

Z E N A is written right on her butt!

So if you See it! About your taxes, you’d better clam up!

And tell your friends to keep there mouth shut!

Or ZENA and the I R S just may kick your butt!

Fairest bar maid in the town by far,

Is ZENA ZENA – behind the bar! ©

March 10^th, 1991

George Henry Nichols