Here's me again, with a song for every occasion. In the true tradition of folksong thievery, I borrowed pieces from the above songs for this one.

It was inspired by a newspaper article about a woman who had implants and finished up with a 70-inch bust.
An event which should not go unsung. You know the tune.


You're my Silicone Cindy
The Girl that I desire
a beautiful celluloid kewpie doll
don't sit near the fire

Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
But don't sit near the fire

They overdid your eyelid tuck
Your eyes, they stare so wide
They couldn't find anything for your butt
so they use Naugahyde

Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Covered with Naugahyde

Your breasts are made of silicone
your hair is nylon twine
your teeth are made of porcelain
the rest of you's all mine

Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
the rest of you's all mine

This surgical augmentation
on you looks really grand
I'll have to try some for myself
now you don't fit in my hand

Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Get along home Silicone Cindy
Now you don't fit in my hand.

Copyright Bert Hansell, 1994