Tulip Tornado
Chorus
Oh tulip tornado
Your kisses grenade-o
You’re like a volcano
My tulip tornado
1
Autumn twenty twenty
my heart felt empty.
So to Holland I hurried,
I needn’t have worried.
2
Along the canals in Utrecht
met a lass who wore specs.
No rhyme nor reason
made sense that season.
3
Being hooked on rare spices
was the least of her vices.
She was vocal and cool
and from the worst school.
4
Now a father of fifty,
fifty offspring and thrifty.
My first from Utrecht
christened Ruprecht.