GAriel, Dean Friedman, 1977
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
Ariel, Ariel
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, 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 how she didn’t eat meat
I took her home with me, We watched some TV
Annette Funicello and some guy going steady
I started fooling around with the verticle
We got the munchies, So I made some spaghetti
We sat and we talked into the night
While channel two was signing off the air
I found the softness of her mouth
We made love, The bombs bursting in air
Ariel, Ariel
