Way on the other side of the Hudson,    deep in the bosom of suburbia,   I met a young girl, she sang mighty fine,    Tears on My Pillow and Ave Maria.   Standing by the waterfall in Paramus Park    she was working for the Friends-of-BAI   She was collecting quarters in a paper cup.    She was looking for change and so was I.      She was a Jewish girl. I fell in love with her.    She wrote her number on the back of my hand.   I called her up, I was all out of breath, I said,    "Come hear me play in my rock and roll band.    I took a shower and I put on my best blue jeans.    I picked her up in my new VW van.   She wore a peasant blouse with nothing underneath.    I said, "Hi". She said, "Yeah, I guess I am."       Ariel…       We had a little time, we were real hungry.    We went to Dairy Queen for something to eat.   She had some onion rings. She had a pickle.    She forgot to tell me that she didn't eat meat.   I had a gig in the American Legion Hall.    It was a dance for the Volunteer Ambulance Corp.   She was sitting in a corner against the wall.    She would smile and I melted all over the floor.       Ariel…       I took her home with me. We watched some TV,    Annette Funicello and some guy going steady.   I started fooling around with the vertical hold.    We got the munchies and I made some spaghetti.   We sat and we talked into the night,    while channel 2 was signing off the air.    I found the softness of her mouth.    We made love to bombs bursting in Arrrrrriel….       Ariel…