When Ethel was just 19 and her parents were in her face
She got herself a tattoo in a very private place
And only by her own true love was it to be seen
Or her family physician, or a drunk crowd that offered beads
It was a tiny tattoo with a little tiny dove
With a tiny word, and that word it was love
Well 30 years have passed now, thirty years that have been rough
Four marriages, three children, forty diets and lot's of sun
And the teeny tiny tattoo with the teeny tiny dove
Is now a pterodactyl and the word, it is lllllooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove .......