Doyle and Bodie went out to the pub
In a beautiful gold Capri.
They had a few beers, and traded some leers
And then they decided to leave.
Doyle drove back with a hand in his lap
That distracted his thoughts from the street
And when they arrived and were safely inside
Bodie kissed him, and started to speak.
"It's really absurd, that if you were a bird,
We'd already be married by now."
"If you ask," he replied, "you might certainly find
That I'd readily offer a vow."
And with this exchange, though admittedly strange,
They settled upon a plan.
They kissed once again, then despair settled in
For what would they tell the Old Man?
So they had it away and told Cowley next day
They were queer and together for good.
And he'd save on their flats, as a matter of fact,
For they'd share one like married men should.
The old Scot agreed with astonishing speed,
And they moved in together quite soon.
And now they were wed, they both went to bed
And made love by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon--
Made love by the light of the moon.