Song Description
A hysterically sexy look at being lesbianically in love with June Cleaver.
| Song Length |
3:33 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits, On Cloud Nine |
Subject |
Silliness, Femininity |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
June
I admit it I always liked June Cleaver as a kid
Every day at 3 when I asked Mommy would ya let me watch TV?
She always did.
And I would sit there mesmerized
Longing to stare into her light gray eyes
It?s as if I alone could sense her deeper wishes
She had aspirations beyond doing dishes
She had aspirations beyond doing dishes.
June, you make me swoon,
Could you bring some Ovaltine up to my room?
June, those pearls are more than I can take
I know you must taste like angel food cake.
Something in her wrists and the way that she made breakfast blew me away.
Kids off to school and Ward gone to work
Do you think she wore that dress all day?
Some say I?d be better off with Eddy or Wally,
But those little boys did nothing for me
Yes I was a fiend I was a June Cleaver junkie
Cause any woman who would name her child
Beaver Cleaver has got to be funky!
Chorus
I wish I could crawl right through the TV screen
Into your room that is black white and light green
I?d slick back my hair and I would wear cologne
Hey there Beaver is your mother home?
Hey there Beaver is your mother home?